Don't tell em
They ask who did it
Don't tell em
We on top of this shit like a hat
Get some money and never look back
I don't want to see your face bend it over
Baby girl let me see the back
From the trap to the stage I roll with them Ks
Now Lil' Kenny just want a plaque
If he play then he lay bullets hit his face
Now he rolled up in a new pack
I'ma probably get their late And moving slowly
Baby girl on that act
If you try to run off you get two to your face
And might catch a few through your back
If you try to run off then that might be your last
And I fucked on that hoe and then bought her a cab
And I don't got a card I like getting cash
And you never too rich I might spin out a jag
And I'm just trying to get together
I ain't slowing down I'm on the pedal
If they running up then shoot whoever
On some rock-star shit my pants be leather
Why you had to tell? What did you tell 'em?
I might buy some jewelry get some bezels
Bad bitch from Japan she suck it better
Baby chopper dancing with the devil
They ask who did it, I Don't know
I just wish he would've kept it closed
I don't shoot one bullet shoot four
Turn the switch on like I just run the stove
Turn your bitch on when I put on these clothes
Put the clip in and I shoot and reload
Put the dick in and I nut on her nose
Thought he ran track 'cause he quick on his toes
Bitch got to be bad bad if I cuff her
Might catch a hashtag trying to scuffle
Racks in a trash bag fuck a duffle
They in the skinny jeans I'm trying to run it up
Get it by any means and I ain't done enough
I might get ten a piece and tell them scuff em' up
How you gone change? You used to be one of us
Bullets gone change him
Make that boy double dutch
We on top of this shit like a hat
Get some money and never look back
I don't want to see your face bend it over
Baby girl let me see the back
From the trap to the stage I roll with them Ks
Now Lil' Kenny just want a plaque
If he play then he lay bullets hit his face
Now he rolled up in a new pack
I'ma probably get their late And moving slowly
Baby girl on that act
If you try to run off you get two to your face
And might catch a few through your back
If you try to run off then that might be your last
And I fucked on that hoe and then bought her a cab
And I don't got a card I like getting cash
And you never too rich I might spin out a jag
And you never too rich I might spin out a jag
If you try to run I might give him back