Kansas City

Damn, Kris cutting up in this hoe Shut up Kris Damn Kris Cheefing on this gas but I ain't from kansas city These niggas hating on me but like Diddy ain't no biggie Got ya girlfriend tryna be in the Calvo Committee I got more hoes than all of S's in Mississippi Bitch I count my guap up like I'm Trippie Might just leave yo bitch on read Gelato got me twisted like a fucking dread She give me brain that's how I get ahead All these bitches they be bugging way they tryna get up in bed All these niggas Dayday they ain't getting hoes like Craig Nigga Running any track bitch I'm first leg I be giving hoes the Peter while you hitting hoes like Meg I'm feeling like a vet I'm here for the money baby I'm all about check Yeah you can keep the sex But I beat that pussy blue like I'm banging the set Who's next Yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah Okay okay Yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah Peel his top off and now his roof gone Tryna hop up on this track this nigga taking too long Bape on all my body, yeah I got that bitch from Tsu Yung RIP my nigga yeah my brodie died too young Too young No I ain't tryna die too young No Post Malone I hop up on your track and turn that bitch into her favorite song You know what I'm fuckin' on I'm the one she suckin' on You kissing that bitch she got my dick taste on her fucking tongue Hop up in that Lambo I'ma crash out F*ck her in the front and I'm still gone blow her back out Mouth game on artillery yeah I had to bring the Mac out He said he get money like flap jacks I brought the stack out stack out Shooters in yo backyard Outback stake house Everyday my birthday all these bitches bring the cake out I'm with all my niggas next year we gone get a lake house Pull off in the foreign with the offset I'ma takeoff