k at the show (feat. San Andres)

I be In-N-Out and it ain't no nine to five That boy he a bot, yeah he can't be my wife He be acting bold but he ain't still my type All my beats are sick, yeah I might fucking die Go, go, go, making money on the low I be fresh as hell I might as well walk a show Designer head to toe (uh) My G-Shock wrist on froze (uh) My wardrobe full of cash and I got it on the low (uh, uh) Go, go, go, I be fried on the low I don't give a f*ck I don't know where to go, so I just take what I want and I do what I know You be lame as f*ck and you got no fucking dough Tomo un tab del LSD Mala perra de los Philippines Cometo estos felonies Me gusta vender Ketamine (Ketamine) Pistol automica Tengo fanáticas, tu novia es básica Ya no me platicas, las drogas son mágicas Ya no me importa, cómo te sientes, fuera de mi mente Mi drip es differente, veo con mi lente Tengo seis siete, cifras en mi cuenta Como vincente Malas vibras y la tentación, bloqueo a todas con mi vibración Tomo este camino solo, no puede con tus ojos maldavos Imaginar donde crecí, pa bajo Cuando voy a descansar, al rato Que lo hizo esa chica chupado Muy armado, Compensado Soy de Chicago (Soy de Chicago, soy de Chicago) Oh, oh, oh, I done killed this flow Pedal to the metal my chain swinging head to toe I be down in L.A. I done dodged the fucking snow His music so trash it be like the newest crow (ugh) Go, go, go, I sold k at the show, no I'm just fucking lying I ain't never do that though But really on the low, I be fried as a ho Can this beat end? I'm just tryna go home