Mbappe ft. Slimjoe, Bornsinner & prod.by luke Lyrics

Never miss, dawg

I get hard to reach when I'm pissed off

I can't trust my dawg cause he switched up

I'm gon' cut you off, you try to do me wrong

If you fuckin' with the opps then

You be comin' up, can't be playin' both sides

Only real ones by my side

If I call them they gon' slide

Can't afford to waste my time

Cause there's money on my mind

Plus there's demons trapped inside

In the night they come alive

Like a tik kop on his grind

I gotta bleed for this shit

I gotta leave who I was and become who I is in this bitch

All eyes on me, I can't freeze

Only my necklace

Let it gliss on my wrist

I want that and I want this

I want everything in here

Call my plug and let's get lit

She comin' over to play a little

She gon' stay a little

We gon' say too little

Too much riddles, too little

Fiddle meet in the middle, foot on the pedal

Green light, styrofoam got her knees fightin

R.I.P. my baby's dyin

In her mouth my damn pipe

Finger in her at the same time

Yeah, she nasty how I like mine

She's a ten, friends likewise

Independent that's my type

After the club, we pickin' it up

I'm takin' her home, I'm tagging along

I don't give a fuck , I'm up in the club

You know I get lit, bitch

Suck On this dick bitch

Uh, uh, uh, I hear all this talkin

I ain't see no action

Uh, I been on the move

Takin' that bag but don't unpack it

Cause I been stackin', stackin', stackin' like some fractions

I might blow that bag on the bag cause I'm always gassin

Put a L on my chain, I got nothin' to lose

Come out the West, got em' throwin' a W

W-W-7-5-8-0-dot-com

Don't talk on the web , we go hit you on sight

I ain't tellin' no lie, don't call me fam

I ain't familiar to all of that cap

Cut all the fake shit

Rather keep it real, they gon' hate it

Left me in the basement

Now I'm poppin' off, please excuse them for their faces

For their faces

You better stop it

You better stop it

I set the game up a notch

You get the ball and you drop it

When I'm killin' these beats , gon' drop dead

Yo, we got the key but we locked in

Still, don't give a fuck about a hater

Huh, still

We in the cut like a Razor

Had to be faded, don't need no taper, uh

Still, I came to kill, I keep it real

On the field, I am Kylian

Still, I keep it real

On the field, I'ma k, I'ma kylian

Mbappe, Mbappe

Fuck, I'm way too cool with it

They hate how I'm movin' it

They just tryna ruin it, but

I'm never losin' it

I keep my cool with it

They hate what we do with it

They hate that we provin' it

All my dawgs go stupid, shit

Give it a minute to run back

When we up, you wanna come back

Never had to make a comeback

Ain't even put myself on yet

I'm in the club , but ain't ball yet

Cause I know it's part of the process

I'm just tryna make progress

But I move too cautious

Always wonder when I stop it

Probably when I'm a topic of discussion

We never discuss it

We just come through and we bust it

And this shit happen repeatedly

We just pull up and we kill the beat

Feel like I'm writing hibituaries

Damn, feel like I'm writing hibituaries

Boys we pull up and we kill the beat

Ah