(Neilaworld)
Yeah, that K gon’ knock that boy right out his jeans
My b#tch bad and she rocking that CELINE
I rock with a stick and I walk with a Glock 19, yeah
Tell me why you got hit?
Knock that boy right out his jeans, yeah
b#tch I’m in a mosh-pit, you get pushed and get kicked and get beat up
I ain’t worried bout’ sh#t, I’m just sitting back kicking my feet up
Give a f#ck bout’ a b#tch, never let a hoe feel like I need her
Diamonds all on my wrist, my diamonds shine like the sun when you wake up
My diamonds white just like grits
My diamonds hit like [?]
I walked in this b#tch with a stick, you walked in this b#tch with a Glock, it won’t phase us
I got all these hoes on my dick and I got these racks that stuck to my blazer
I think I fell in love with my chips, I think I fell in love with my K, yeah
I fell in love my K, uh, uh, uh, uh
I fell in love with my stick, uh
She fell in love with this dick, uh
She fell in love with my fit, uh
She fell in love with my vibe, yeah
I fell in love with her t#ts, uh
She fell in love with my ride, this a [?]
Then I smoke yeah, I get high as sh#t
With my b#tch and I’m off a G6
With my a b#tch and we bout’ to go shopping yeah, I just Balenci her kicks
If a n#gg# ever think about robbing us, I hit his #ss with this stick
I call up my gang, yeah, Opium, yeah we bout’ to go hit a lick
If you got [?] then show me some, these n#gg#s be down on they dick
These n#gg#s ain’t down with my clique
These n#gg#s ain’t down
Hell yeah, I fell in love with my sticks, fell in love with them pounds
Hell yeah, I fell in love with my K, it hold a 100 rounds
Lil’ boy you better watch what you say, cause you ain’t ever got shot in the face
Yeah, you don’t know how this sh#t feel
With them 762s, shoot at yo grill
Like a soldier, yeah I’m in the field
Like a soldier, yeah you can get killed
That K gon’ knock that boy right out his jeans
My b#tch bad and she rocking that CELINE
I rock with a stick and I rock with a Glock 19, yeah
Tell me why you got hit?
Knock that boy right out his jeans, yeah
b#tch I’m in a mosh-pit, you get pushed and get kicked and get beat up
I ain’t worried bout’ sh#t, I’m just sitting back kicking my feet up
Give a f#ck bout’ a b#tch, never let a hoe feel like I need her
Diamonds all on my wrist, my diamonds shine like the sun when you wake up
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