We love you, Kilee
Alright, come on
Man, I'm talking shit on this beat, I don't feel bad
Dude grew up around pussies, he ain't have a dad
Man, them niggas broke and they cheap, they ain't got no cash
They run from the switch and you trip and that's your ass
Nah, I don't want that bitch no more, put her in the past
Me and Perk tipping from the boys and we almost crashed
Ho, asking me what's CTB, bitch, it's chase the bag
When they beat the f*ck out Lil' trell, that shit made me laugh
Damn, they had him flying
The bitch on my phone doing that yappin and I ain't got the time
Back door a nigga, he like, why? I'm like, bitch, I'm slime
Beat the f*ck out Lil' TD, damn, they had him cryin
Yeah, I'm in the scat, tryna tip like this bitch stole
Man, I can't take them niggas here, they be sharing clothes
Boy, you going out sad, tryna perp for the hoes
Drac finna cook a nigga, I ain't talking bout a stove
DJ keep on switching on the beef and it beat his ass
Lil' nigga tripped with the fye and he went all sad
Me and gang lurking out late, tryna catch a hat
Man, I can't take them niggas here, it's their group of fags
Watch out, bitch, nigga, yeah
You just sitting around broke, it ain't too much to explain
Two glocks, I'm dropping shit, bitch, I feel like Max Payne
Just shot a nigga in the leg, now he scared when he hear rain
Me and Kilee on a lick, tryna get a quick stain
Point the chop at his head click, click
That's his brains
This nigga got me mad
The DJ keep f*cking with the beat, now I'm getting mad
Michael Jackson bout to beat the block, watch me do em bad
My bitch don't call me her bae, she call me her dad
I'm high as f*ck, rapping off the top, don't need no pen and pad
You a lame broke nigga with a gun, man, that shit sad
KileeStax - CTB x BTR (feat. BTR Trellz) Lyrics
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English
We love you, Kilee
Alright, come on
Man, I'm talking shit on this beat, I don't feel bad
Dude grew up around pussies, he ain't have a dad
Man, them niggas broke and they cheap, they ain't got no cash
They run from the switch and you trip and that's your ass
Nah, I don't want that bitch no more, put her in the past
Me and Perk tipping from the boys and we almost crashed
Ho, asking me what's CTB, bitch, it's chase the bag
When they beat the f*ck out Lil' trell, that shit made me laugh
Damn, they had him flying
The bitch on my phone doing that yappin and I ain't got the time
Back door a nigga, he like, why? I'm like, bitch, I'm slime
Beat the f*ck out Lil' TD, damn, they had him cryin
Yeah, I'm in the scat, tryna tip like this bitch stole
Man, I can't take them niggas here, they be sharing clothes
Boy, you going out sad, tryna perp for the hoes
Drac finna cook a nigga, I ain't talking bout a stove
DJ keep on switching on the beef and it beat his ass
Lil' nigga tripped with the fye and he went all sad
Me and gang lurking out late, tryna catch a hat
Man, I can't take them niggas here, it's their group of fags
Watch out, bitch, nigga, yeah
You just sitting around broke, it ain't too much to explain
Two glocks, I'm dropping shit, bitch, I feel like Max Payne
Just shot a nigga in the leg, now he scared when he hear rain
Me and Kilee on a lick, tryna get a quick stain
Point the chop at his head click, click
That's his brains
This nigga got me mad
The DJ keep f*cking with the beat, now I'm getting mad
Michael Jackson bout to beat the block, watch me do em bad
My bitch don't call me her bae, she call me her dad
I'm high as f*ck, rapping off the top, don't need no pen and pad
You a lame broke nigga with a gun, man, that shit sad
Alright, come on
Man, I'm talking shit on this beat, I don't feel bad
Dude grew up around pussies, he ain't have a dad
Man, them niggas broke and they cheap, they ain't got no cash
They run from the switch and you trip and that's your ass
Nah, I don't want that bitch no more, put her in the past
Me and Perk tipping from the boys and we almost crashed
Ho, asking me what's CTB, bitch, it's chase the bag
When they beat the f*ck out Lil' trell, that shit made me laugh
Damn, they had him flying
The bitch on my phone doing that yappin and I ain't got the time
Back door a nigga, he like, why? I'm like, bitch, I'm slime
Beat the f*ck out Lil' TD, damn, they had him cryin
Yeah, I'm in the scat, tryna tip like this bitch stole
Man, I can't take them niggas here, they be sharing clothes
Boy, you going out sad, tryna perp for the hoes
Drac finna cook a nigga, I ain't talking bout a stove
DJ keep on switching on the beef and it beat his ass
Lil' nigga tripped with the fye and he went all sad
Me and gang lurking out late, tryna catch a hat
Man, I can't take them niggas here, it's their group of fags
Watch out, bitch, nigga, yeah
You just sitting around broke, it ain't too much to explain
Two glocks, I'm dropping shit, bitch, I feel like Max Payne
Just shot a nigga in the leg, now he scared when he hear rain
Me and Kilee on a lick, tryna get a quick stain
Point the chop at his head click, click
That's his brains
This nigga got me mad
The DJ keep f*cking with the beat, now I'm getting mad
Michael Jackson bout to beat the block, watch me do em bad
My bitch don't call me her bae, she call me her dad
I'm high as f*ck, rapping off the top, don't need no pen and pad
You a lame broke nigga with a gun, man, that shit sad
Writer: Kilee Stax
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid