Kiss Ya Neck (feat. Fivio Foreign & Rowdy Rebel)

Great John on the beat, by the way Hol' on, look, huh She like, look "Lemme see your chain, lemme kiss ya neck" Hol' on "Baby what's your name? We could play a game, lemme be ya rag" Wait, huh She like, "Lemme take a pic, lemme suck ya'— ehh" Hol' on Put it on her lip, take her on a trip We can't take no flicks, hol' on Buster, why you trippin'? I got thirty-three, no Scottie Pippen I got that, walk up on 'em, have 'em dippin' Got that machinery, no Planet Fitness Hol' on, huh, hol' on, huh You could play the dummy, act like you don't know Get these bands stackin' from the floor He disrespect, leave him on the floor Hol' on, huh, hol' on, huh Nigga who said we don't send shots at niggas? Like we don't bend blocks on niggas Come through, gang clearing them blocks on niggas Hol' on, huh She keep tryna hit my jack though Ass fat, get ya back broke But no, I don't cuff, baby that's a joke Hol' on, huh, hol' on, huh She like, "Sheff, you movin' too reckless" Not your man, baby why you stressin'? I only make her pull up for the neckin' Hol' on, huh, hol' on, huh Bitches love me, know that I'm a goon Used to dub a nigga up in school Now I bet she let me scoop it like a spoon Hol' on, huh, hol' on, huh He was flexin' on us, now we smokin' on 'em Said he miss his homie, then we send him to 'em He don't think we jokin', now we jokin' on 'em, like Hol' on, huh Me and bro, that's too much shots Me and gang, that's too much Glocks Niggas lyin', they spin no blocks Hol' on She like, look "Lemme see your chain, lemme kiss ya neck" Hol' on "Baby what's your name? We could play a game, lemme be ya rag" Wait, huh She like, "Lemme take a pic, lemme suck ya'— ehh" Hol' on Put it on her lip, take her on a trip We can't take no flicks, hol' on She like, "Lemme touch your chain, lemme kiss your neck" I'm like, "Baby, baby what's your name, lemme get your tag" She like, "Maybe, only if you ballin' and you catchin' checks" (Hah) Brought her baddies on a jet (A jet) Brand new titties to invest, brand new Corvette She want the flooded Patek She wanna do the relaxin', do nothin' less (Hah) She wanna lay up at Saks I gotta get to a check, get to finesse (Go get to a check) I make a mess when I step $1,500 just to step, Louis the step No, you can't step with the vets Anybody wanna bet? It's me, Fivi', Sheff No, I ain't count it the best, but I swear to God we the best Kid do not test, you and your bro can get stretched You and your bro can get left, right on your steps Like, like we don't run down on niggas, front pound on niggas Put the money on a house on a nigga Re-route. then I'm out on niggas (Skrr) She thought she took me on her (Took me on her) I took the cookies, I'ma Cookie Monster She like, "Fivio come, lemme put it on ya" (Come lemme put it on ya) Swerve (Swerve. uh) Hittin' bitches with the curve (Uh) She hit me back with the, uh (Uh) So I know I hit a nerve (Uh, look, uh) Fivi Foreign with the A She listen to every single thing I say When she link me, she just wanna get laid When she go link you, she always wanna get paid (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Huh, yeah, son of a-(Son of a) She like Fivi (I'm like what?) "Why you don't move like you one of them?" (Uh, yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Like, "Why you not there when I pull up on son and 'em?" (Yeah, uh) 'Cause they wasn't there when I was comin' up (He get a) You can't get a, nah Huh, look (Yeah) I got a Spanish mami from Bronx She with her friends, so that's a Nicki Minaj, uh She like, look "Lemme see your chain, lemme kiss ya neck" Hol' on "Baby what's your name? We could play a game, lemme be ya rag" Wait, huh She like, "Lemme take a pic, lemme suck ya'- ehh" Hol' on Put it on her lip, take her on a trip We can't take no flicks, hol' on