Studio

(Yeah Yeah) (It's KayC baby) Pull up to the trap where the drug dealers be KayC with the Draco yeah I'm strapped with the heat You taking one of ours its a war not a beef You wanna f*ck around? Bitch we posted on your street My demons wipe a nose, they stay strapped up with that steel You talking on the internet man this shit for real We smoking boof (Boof) You smoking dro (Dro) I just fucked your bitch in my studio (Studio) We going up (Up) And laying low (Low) Your bitch sucked my dick for a bag of blow Pouring muddy in my cup got my vision hella blurry When im working on the road tell her "baby dont you worry" Diamonds dancing on my neck, they be frozen like McFlurry Aquafina on my drip I know I got your mans worried Yeah I just poured up a deuce in my cup (In my cup) I'm rocking double G from the bottom up (Bottom up) I cannot f*ck with no thotties cause they dubs (Cause they dubs) If you tryna f*ck with me, bitch gotta double up (Double up) I'm swerving lane to lane in that Koenigsegg (Skrt skrt) The way she twerking, I don't think she need any legs (Buss it down) She wanna f*ck, she wanna f*ck up in my studio (F*ck) We dripping, KayC got the fucking pole JJay wipe your fucking nose Pull up to your party got the Carti's on me Blue tints on the Buffs, cost me like 3 g'z YSL, Louis V, Bitch my drip is too clean I'm sipping on hi-tech, and I'm rolling off a bean Tick tock, tick tock, rollie on my wrist its bust down Bop bop bop, we just shot him, fucking man down Stop stop stop, quarter on me finna touchdown Bop bop bop don't f*ck with us now I'm smoking loud you can tell by the smell (By the smell) We shooting shots, yeah we give em boys hell I'm dripping like a fucking hype beast (Hype beast) That's why your bitch wanna be my side piece (Side piece) I drank so much codeine this shit taking over Your bitch buss it down in that new FashionNova She coming to my stu, yeah she gone bend it over (Bend it over) I got so many bitches, I feel like I am Sosa (Bang bang) If I got it imma flip it For that profit imma whip it Fendi, Prada bitch im dripping Double c's on her kitten Fucking on any bitch, I don't care if she Christian She gone come to my crib then she get to skinny dipping Buss it down on the low Bitch go strip on the pole She gone buss it down on the low for a G she gone roll Yeah she gone roll, she gone buss it down at the fucking studio She coming thru she gone buss it down in the studio Got your girl on me, she another groupie hoe She shake that shit up and down on the fucking stopper pole Hit the bank, take out a hunnid, she want some ones imma get some more Cartier's on my face, they cost me a big knot Packing up my Russian with a pack full of opps She wanna f*ck with KayC but bitch you a bop Drop it down low can you make that shit fucking pop? (Pop) (Yeah It's KayC baby)