No Kizzy ft. JozhBeatz Lyrics

You said that you want me back but baby we know that you want all my bands

I'm on stage and bitch you all in the stands

Now you wanna act like you are my fan

I'm with my boys and now we smokin' gas

Hellcat foot never off the gas

First place you know I'm never last

Yeah yeah I'm never last aye

Diamonds dancin' like they doing ballet

Baby what you wanna do yeah

Off White sneaks hit on my feet

Drippy sticky like its glue yeah

I'm just countin' all this cash, me and Raj got bills and they blue yeah

I'm just rollin' up a blunt, headed to mars is what imma do yeah

Jozh my boy the dude

Smashin' from the booth

Ridin' in a Coupe

And you know we do

Runnin' round all day

Runnin' round in the rain

Still remember the day

Still remember the pain

Handlin' my business

Runnin' up these digits

Hunnids and them Fifties

Balenciagas no Kizzy

BnB, dropped some bands

Hills mansion, LA LA land

Beamer keys, in my hands

She on her knees like she taking a stand

Designer bag and I stuff it with bands

Cookin' up hits I don't need a pan

No wait, cookin' up ah

Jozh my boy the dude

Smashin' from the booth

Ridin' in a Coupe

And you know we do

Aye, I just turn right to my nightstand yeah

Grab the pen in my right hand

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights I'm trapped

Stackin' my guap and I am gone make it last

Say I can't rap and this shits wack but I'm going fast so you understand

What I'm saying you know I'm not playin'

Lemme switch the flow so you can stop hating, wait

I'm back and I'm better

My bars are so clever

I got so much money I can do whatever

Will I stop this shit? You know I won't never

I stick with my brothers we lighting forever

Diamonds on my neck and this shit look like treasure

Cold hearted, no I don't need a sweater

Who ever is the center of attention, better take advantage make yo lane last forever

Rockstar jeans, designer my kicks

Excuse my French I pop my shit

Chasing this bag I gotta get it

Poppin' off tags I'm dressed like a lick

Where was they at when I didn't have shit?

Now that I'm on, they all on my dick

I sit back and watch they switch up so quick

Coke white shoes like I sold a brick

Black runners you know they Balenci'

5 Thousand dollar fit do it for me, I'm toxic

Underground but in real life I'm poppin'

Never worry about these motherfuckin' comments (Nah forreal)

Only worried about my motherfuckin' commas

Jozh my boy the dude

Smashin' from the booth

Ridin' in a Coupe

And you know we do