KAM - Trunk Bouys! Lyrics

Stay with the heat like fire to a ant
He just be chattin, all he do is rant
My money almighty but he on a banner
Think he can rap but I told him he can't

Money a must, I'm ballin with the Saints
They music be trash and they lyrics are tainted
Work in the ground, it go lower than satan
Stackin yo money, it's shorter then plankton

Don't give a ____ I don't care what you sayin
Made me a slip last year it's still paying
I be using bigger words like "I'm going up, a hypotenuse" not even playin

I keep a star cause I always be stunnin
Ima pull up I ain't talkin the dance
Speaking of dance, I make a homie run away to the side like he a runnin man

I'm trynna flow so this beat got me wavy
I'm out of this world with this music, I'm spacey
Flow is so elegant, I can do it with no eyes call me Stevie with a 8-key

I got a habit of never dropping something trash, I'm guessing my last name is Lacy

Right when I drop, ima just keep getting bags, while you fillin em at the Macy's

He tried to pass, I hit him with a shell
Stay sippin soda like Kenan and Kel
Don't keep a Mac, got music with a Dell
Not even sorry, you can ring the bell

That lil boy be chattin, leave em in a well
I'm higher than wiz with music, keep a spell
I keep making music but I never sell
Cause I publish only good songs to the wealth

I left my heart on the side of the road
Stay at my diamond like batters at home
I hate the club, not in a lucky mode
I keep a spade to put love in a hole

My words are playable call me a ace
It's never us I never play a whist
"I gotta leave I just need me some space"
While I'm over here spending bags on a fit

WRLD! always stunnin so I keep a Starry
I need my listens asap no Bari
Hangin with Bright like I support Illari
Play with they feelings like games on Atari

Lyrics are sweet and they think I'm a smarty
Feelin like tana but went to the party
Throw forty in sections, I threw up bout eighty
I get the cash and then swerve on a Harley

I'm not the two but I still hit em up and when I'm finished, two months later we see doves

I be so low, I never double cup but I stay with the team, not under like a mutt

I'm getting paper cause people be rockin and bobbin they heads to music, they don't cut

Out of yalls league cause I hit every par while all of my children ballin in the putt