Feli Gatz - Ksubi Lyrics

I stuff some racks in my Ksubi
Can't f*ck that hoe cause I'm boujee
Drip in designer gucci
Her boyfriend a lame goofy
I just made racks off a fiend
Now I make racks off my T's
I call up the plug for some P's
Chopper with drums that's double
D's

I might just drip in some off white
If he rap dissing it's on sight
Fire that chopper fortnite
Call up my rollers they ready for war
Time
We got more guns than a arcade
Try and spin through get your car sprayed
They found him outside with no
Heart rate
Hop out the whip we ain't shooting
From far way
I'm icy just look at the bezel
I'm dripping I'm hot like the kettle
I'm trapping no I could not settle
Buss on her face I'm disrespectful
Run up get shot in your temple
Don't run up my niggas don't wrestle
My momma still think im her baby
But my oppas still think i'm the devil
Know how I rock bitch i keep heavy metal
Mothers start crying they looking so stressful
Spin through they block we gone
Hop out the rental
Hallows start flying the size of a pencil
Run up on who boy my demons is mental
Get beat instrumental
Put heat to his dental
Get shot till he tremble
My niggas in this shit
My niggas living it
Shootouts in front of civilians
If we not feeling him
Chopper start drilling him
Count till i count up a million
In the trap with the migos and immigrants
We spot a lick and we risking it
We spot a opp and we finish him
Call up my locos they down to get rid of him

I stuff some racks in my Ksubi
Can't f*ck that hoe cause I'm boujee
Drip in designer Gucci
Her boyfriend a lame goofy
I stuff some racks in my Ksubi
Can't f*ck that hoe cause i'm boujee
Drip in designer Gucci
Her boyfriend a lame goofy
I stuff some racks in my Ksubi
Can't f*ck that hoe cause I'm boujee
Drip in designer Gucci
Her boyfriend a lame goofy
I just made racks off a fiend
Now I make racks off my T's
I call up the plug for some P's, chopper with drums thats double D's