Goals

Oh My God (Oh My God)

I told my twin pass me my chop, come pass me my blick

Im rocking Balmain on my jeans and my shoes so Rick

I catch you talking down on K, you might as well get hit

I said bro you going insane go and take a sit

I said come and get your bitch, cause she throwing a fit

We take the shoes up off your feet and turn you to a lick

If that hoe try to set me up i know that she a trick

If that hoe try to come run up you get hit with the glick

I felt him walking down

I told lil bro, "Dont come around"

I can do a shootout for two weeks

I got plenty rounds

And dont be sad cause your boy dead

I put him in the ground

My twin he creeping through the night

No he dont make no sounds

I started making music

Everybody round me frown

My name up on they mind

Lil Kris the king of his town

I was broke dressing like a bum

But i got money now

And one day im on the stage performing at Rolling Loud

I told my twin pass me my chop, come pass me my blick

Im rocking Balmain on my jeans and my shoes so Rick

I catch you talking down on K, you might as well get hit

I said bro you going insane go and take a sit

I said come and get your bitch, cause she throwing a fit

We take the shoes up off your feet and turn you to a lick

If that hoe try to set me up i know that she a trick

If that hoe try to come run up you get hit with the glick