Official ft. KayevsWRLD Lyrics

Smoking yo brudda im smoking that pack

Counting up money I'm counting up racks

Stuffing my wallet my wallet so fat

Choppa on me and i stay with a strap

Robbin yo plug stealing his stash

Snitching on gang and he is a rat

Choppa on him and my choppa go blast

If that is yo bitch why tf she want me

If that is yo bitch why tf she on me

Don't want that bitch she jus a thotty

I got the drip and i put it on me

I got a mac no macaroni

We is not friends I am not yo homie

Don't fuck with friends stay by my lonely

Im toting my gun im toting my pistol

She blow on my dick jus like a whistle

These diamonds ain't cheap

These diamonds are crystal

Rollin with gang

Blastoff like a missile

Rocking them ricks i ain't talkin bout pickle

Two bad hoes and I'm in the middle

Me and Kaye up lets make it official

Yeah

Yk it's official

Y'all be judgmental don't Turn it judicial

Start at the bottom call that the initial

Money not big but it's never too little

Gun on me run up and it'll dismiss you

I shoot the shot boy how long you gone dribble

Y'all niggas funny it give me a giggle

No In between u get stuck in the middle

My girl a dime I can't pick up no nickel

Mind is complex and it feel like a riddle

My music art I can't turn in no scribble

Once I get up then my money gone triple

You end up missing nobody home miss you

Im ultra clean I ain't talking about tissue

You got a problem then come solve the issue

Choppa showers rain up on em and trickle

I do my jig and you know she gone jiggle

Know she gone jiggle she gone do her dance

Drink in my hand got me up trans

Pull up they ran and we laughed as they ran

Do what I want and you do what you can

You do what you can