Kel-Tec (feat. WillBandzz & Lil Bobby)

(Run That Back West)

Yo deuce light, I poured a 4 and this pop for Kayla

Bop for a birkin, my mama don't know no Marc Jacob

Bad bitch with a BBL and she don't wear makeup

I build bitches and send them home, what the fuck is a breakup

Lamp chops or the lobster mac off a drunk wake up

Hit his block with a Kel-tec, tryna blow his face up

You wanna lock in with the gang, gotta kill somebody

Another deuce, I'm off a perc, I can't feel my body

You gon' hate all your life or take a risk

We got bows from a band to twenty-six

I supply the work, you gotta make it flip

Paranoid, I take the blick when I take a piss

Ain't no bitch from my past that I miss

I like when she throw that ass at me when I hit

Buss down Cuban, foreigns, racks on fist

Buss down Cuban, foreigns, racks on fist

S.E.E. shit, we gettin' money if you didn't know

I'm on stage, toki got me shinin' like a disco show

Went to jail three times last year, this a different phone

Actin' kinda rude, up off this deuce, it's a different flow

If Chef Grizz closed, I need hibachi with the dinner roll

These **** sick, sellin' they soul for a jelly roll

Ridin' in a car older than me, but the AC cold

Get to fightin' with the stove, turn the AC on

Bring all the bottles to my section, I'm ballin', fuck it

If a **** get out of the line, we gon' cause some ruckus

100 bands get ran through, that ain't enough

**** be cap for the gram, I'm callin' they bluff

At 16, I had a 10, man, you **** late

I got my 40 and my shiesty on a dinner date

That shit hit a lil' nerve when ball didn't make it

Equip my mask and my gloves and I'm risk takin