歌詞
(K)
Yeah me and naif that’s before rap
Them man wouldn’t know bout slat if it slapped on the back of their head it’s facts
If I call up J and D that’s A&E it can pop like yack
If it pops like yack that’s Zak coming back if you lack better duck no quack better cut that cap
You can lose your hat if I lose my rag you can lose that pack
Golden one tryna hit my snap I don’t hit that back till I make a stack that’s fat like a rack
In fact it’s mad
Cuz I just beat now a man turn ghosty
It be k with the meanest drip now the bad b wan’ get cosy
Naifs AMG got the crispy tint cuz the walkers get too nosey
Box man up I ain’t talking time on the wing but the boy turned poultry
I’m Kobe pull up and shot
Bitch they know me pull up on who
Me and naif just roll in twos that’s tommy and ghost or pac and snoop on the mic at night we pull up and boom
(Naif)
From doing up F at 2 now i'm freestyling no Jeremy Lynch
Same way that it be 2 F's on the stitch no way can you clone this drip
No bitch can ever say sh*t about men are trash when you move like skips
Sh*t
Lemme get back to this flip
If i need me a pack imma call up titch
(K)
If **** switch they might get pitched
I tell my bitch just fill these bags with packs and bands i want it crisp
Bud so power grown men tweaking off a gram but it ain’t tick tock
This big drop cause lift off
Talking bout the drip your watched got splashed now it don’t tick tock
(Naif)
It don't tick tock
Upti's really up in the t teaching workers how to flip gwop (brrr)
But you don't wanna see him pissed off
Ever since them twins hit the bits with some bits all the plugs been getting switched off
(K)
Sh*t be live o see the five o and I switch on
Pink in my runtz and on my palms they see the fit one time
Don’t need to stylist like I’m ibbs my slime be grinding
Beef be frying on my plate with blue cheese sauce not with these bitch
(Naif)
Made pussies who be acting like they boogie but they're swerving out their hoodies when they're bucking up with jay
Them man be swerving
If it aint runtz i'm billing cookie
If this rap don't blow we're goodie
Always racked up like a hoodie (haha)
(K)
Thotiana wan f*ck right now but I’m missing that beat like blue face
B22’s or the boogs got a new shape
Bros got pots but they're more like bouquets
You don’t wanna see me and naif that’s white and dark on the strip no juve
Didn’t wanna play ball till they seen J splash those k’s weren’t nothing like 2k
(Naif)
G25 in the sheets
I'm tryna throw 25g's on my team (cash)
More time M.O.B so i scheme for the cash no lotion getting this cream
My mum told me i'm gonna be an icon now i can see that it's in my jeans
Now i just cop with ease it's funny way back we relied on deets
K and naif back then it was 10 toes
Now we're tryna hit em with 10 flows
I swear if jay didn't take that one foot out he would've had 10 phones
As long as that cheque is enclosed everything's mint like baccy in menthol
Smooth on the ball like crespo
Man just do it with jay no retro
My stack ain't little like reese
Despite putting 300 on kicks their drips all coming like grease (dead)
Just know we ain't shooting no 3s when we pull up in the cut with K and D (pull up)
It's funny how z gets z's on z's on z's but he gets no sleep (jugg x4)
Written by: Knaif
