[BEO Lil Kenny]
Mm, mm
Yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
[BEO Lil Kenny]
Yeah, lil' boy talkin' tough all in my DM, I can't wait to see him
Had them steppers walk your ass down, tell 'em put they feet on him
All that shit you text and no return, yeah, you gotta delete him
Know they said that chopper bullets burn, fuck it, R.I.P. him
I'm talkin' gangster shit
Fuck around, give him the full clip
Send you a fifty, you can't get off nan shot, it ain't no dual shit
I don't believe that you really like that, I wanna see how you livin'
Walkin' through your hood seven AM, we ain't no Jehovah's Witness
I just got a call from the army, they wanna borrow some guns
I really do got the rocket launcher, that's like one and done
Don't you ever think I'm soft, homie, I still be plottin'
I'm sorta like Dr. Miami, BEO Kenny, he be all about bodies
In the back of the Double R with a million cash, I'm playin' chess
A call from my P.O, said I'm so dope I failed my drug test
I did the money walk in some Bali's
I turned my new spot to a palace
They turned a murder charge to a mallet
I turned my outfit to an island
I gotta spend the money 'cause it's pilin'
I'm too efficient, niggas be failin'
Ran up a check, now a nigga smilin'
I want a song with Cardi B and Nicki
I bet that Draco leave him sticky
I keep that torch on me like a hippie
I sold a curveball, it was tricky
I'm at the playhouse with some divas
I'm buyin' pints up like I'm Bieber
I can't go nowhere without the heater
They jugg a light ten for a feature
I spend five hundred for a tracker
I give 'em two G's just to smack him
I sent my first ten for the backup
Let niggas show out, I'ma act up
You on my rear view, need to catch up
You on my rear view, need to catch up
These niggas be cap, pick your hat up
I had a homerun, pick the bat up
If you ain't slangin' 9, pick a sack up
I swear the HKMG fro break through anything like a hacker
I got interrogated by detective, I don't want no McDonald's nor a cracker
You niggas big rats, Chuck E. Cheese
I threw two tabs back, that's a tease
I copped a Hellcat, Need for Speed
I put the baddest bitches on they knees
We got them new triggers, you can barely touch 'em and they spittin' thirties with the ease
All this ice on, nigga, freeze
You gon' take somethin'? Nigga, please
You better sit down somewhere before your pussy ass get found somewhere
I keep them rounds in here
They got a tuxedo you're dyin' to wear
See, I ain't too social with niggas, I just like boastin' on niggas
I ain't makin' no po' 'bout no nigga, can't talk to no ho 'bout nigga
[Stupid Duke]
These niggas be playin' too much (Playin')
The last opp got hit with this duck
I ain't gon' speak on that truck lil' homie, you livin', you livin' off luck
A nigga said fuck the mob and the pen, I just got him stuck
He a certified bitch, he can't move off his bunk
I got the juice, it's too crazy, I'm comin' like Donald Trump
Two things I ain't seen before, a UFO and a ho won't fuck
I had a threesome with that bitch, lil' shorty a real slut
And Rick can run, then he done, he get hit with that pump
We spinned the block, back-to-back, two got shot, one got slumped
Smokin' on an opp pack right now, I'm high as fuck
We ridin' four deep with eight guns in this stolen truck
These niggas be talkin' to the laws, I ain't speakin' on nothin'
I'm takin' everything you give me, I ain't goin' for fronts
These niggas finger lickin' good, remind me of a duck
I told 'em don't move out here, a hundred in the trunk
He said take the dope and leave the money, I'm like, "What the fuck?"
He said leave the 'Wood and take the 'Wood, he crazy as fuck
He said leave the 'Wood and take the 'Wood, he crazy as fuck
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