Lyrics

Man, you **** can't see me (Kageutsu)
You never did see me
And you never will see me
Cause, bitch (L-L-Leyenda)
My time now
Fye that shit up
911 on the phone cuz i'm so hot
Bitch stop talking, get back
And talking that big shit
Know you ain't bout it
You snitched on your mans
Boy, you a straight big rat
Smoking on weed
You smoking that reggie
Straight come to my camp, we smoking on heavy
Fuck that bitch, I'm smoking, no pressure
Take it to the left, My team then wet her
Spent a lil cash then I get it right back
Invest in yourself, put my team on the map
Pockets not full, so I want some more
You come in my room, we'll fuck on the floor
Free all the guys that's locked behind chains
Missing they calls
It fuck up my brain
My ****, they savages, don't wanna eat
My ****, they told me to stay off the streets
Just stay in the stu and just keep killing beats
If i'm with her, she sucking up all of my meat
She driving the boat and she's doing it clean
Don't text my phone
That bitch for the streets
Shitting on lames and shining on hoes
I'm never gonna fold, I stay ten toes
I stay ten toes, I never will fold
Just get it and go
We back on the road
Chasing the bag you know i'ma get it
Chasing the cheddar, you know i'ma get it
You **** is phony, you know that we with it
I feel like i'm Popeye, i'm chasing the Spinach
These **** just cop out, we aim at that they fitted
You know how I rock out
Just give me a minute
They sent up to Heaven
He singing with Whitney
Ain't smoke in the clouds but this shit ain't no chimney
Smoke in the booth when I walk out the room
All hit no miss when I walk in the mall
I'm fucking that bitch when she walk in the room
Damn, who your friend? I'ma fuck her too
She ride my face
Can't breathe like a face mask
Need my money, can't get no free pass
The bitch too big, she out in my weight class
Sike nah, like a thick bitch with a big ass
Bitch, you got the right one
Man, fuck the gun, I'll fight them
Them bitches, can not wife them
I'm doing things, exciting
Bitch, you got the right one
Man, fuck the gun, I'll fight them
Them bitches, can not wife them
I'm doing things, exciting
911 on the phone cuz i'm so hot
Bitch stop talking, get back
And talking that big shit
Know you ain't bout it
You snitched on your mans
Boy, you a straight big rat
Smoking on weed
You smoking that reggie
Straight come to my camp, we smoking on heavy
Fuck that bitch, I'm smoking, no pressure
Take it to the left, My team then wet her
Spent a lil cash then I get it right back
Invest in yourself, put my team on the map
Pockets not full, so I want some more
You come in my room, we'll fuck on the floor
Free all the guys that's locked behind chains
Missing they calls
It fuck up my brain
My ****, they savages, don't wanna eat
My ****, they told me to stay off the street
Written by: Christopher Keith, Hassan Ricks, J Drawing, Robert Smallwood
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