Kansas City

Damn, Kris cutting up in this hoe

Shut up Kris

Damn Kris

Cheefing on this gas but I ain't from kansas city

These **** hating on me but like Diddy ain't no biggie

Got ya girlfriend tryna be in the Calvo Committee

I got more hoes than all of S's in Mississippi

Bitch I count my guap up like I'm Trippie

Might just leave yo bitch on read

Gelato got me twisted like a fucking dread

She give me brain that's how I get ahead

All these bitches they be bugging way they tryna get up in bed

All these **** Dayday they ain't getting hoes like Craig

**** Running any track bitch I'm first leg

I be giving hoes the Peter while you hitting hoes like Meg

I'm feeling like a vet

I'm here for the money baby I'm all about check

Yeah you can keep the sex

But I beat that pussy blue like I'm banging the set

Who's next

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Okay okay

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Peel his top off and now his roof gone

Tryna hop up on this track this **** taking too long

Bape on all my body, yeah I got that bitch from Tsu Yung

RIP my **** yeah my brodie died too young

Too young

No I ain't tryna die too young

No Post Malone I hop up on your track and turn that bitch into her favorite song

You know what I'm fuckin' on

I'm the one she suckin' on

You kissing that bitch she got my dick taste on her fucking tongue

Hop up in that Lambo I'ma crash out

Fuck her in the front and I'm still gone blow her back out

Mouth game on artillery yeah I had to bring the Mac out

He said he get money like flap jacks I brought the stack out stack out

Shooters in yo backyard

Outback stake house

Everyday my birthday all these bitches bring the cake out

I'm with all my **** next year we gone get a lake house

Pull off in the foreign with the offset I'ma takeoff