Kiuoro - ON READ Lyrics

Imma leave her ass on
F*ck
(Go) Imma leave her ass on re
Go (go)
Go (f*ck)
Bitch texting all this shit, Imma leave her ass on read
If a nigga run up on me, Imma shoot him in the head
Leave em' dead, in the pavement, in the ground
When my niggas creepin' around, yeah
They don't make a sound
Pussy bald head, I might call her Charlie Brown
Niggas hatin' on us, but they know we f*ckin' bound
To blow
I ain't cuffin' no bitch, you know all I hate is Joes

If that bitch think Imma cuff her, then that lil' bitch gotta go
My plays go through every time, like I shoot a free throw
Bad bitch in the Benz, turnt off Casamigos
I found a bitch and some friends for me and my three bros
I like my bitches bad and bougie, just like the Migos
This Glock got a infrared, thermal, and a heat scope

If you try my lil' brother, then I'll let the heat blow
I don't want a boring bitch, I just want a freak hoe
Hittin' hoes like Marshawn Lynch
Yeah, I'm stuck in Beast Mode
And my niggas dressed in all black, like some negros
We smokin' dope
(We smokin' dope) We smokin dope
I got the neck, then I dipped, I'm like f*ckin' Adios
Bitch, I'm feelin' like I'm Tay K, niggas murder what she wrote
That nigga f*ckin' crashin' out, cause he ain't had no hope
I'm gettin' all these f*ckin' presidents, but I ain't f*ckin' vote
Yeah, my heart kinda cold, I got Monclezy' for the coat

Got Goyard for the tote
Gas the only thing I smoke
She wanna go on a trip
Wok the only thing I sip
She give the neck, and then she dip
I get a zip, and then I flip
She a fan, she just wanted a lil' flick
I went AP up on my wrist
Cartier on the lens
AMG, big body Benz
Five percent tint on the window, so the bitch can't see in it
Come do business with me, come and take a risk
Mix the Wocky with the Brisk
Just with my fit I'll take your bitch
This that chrome heart patch shit (what?)
New York rich shit (c'mon)
Brand new Ricks shit (yeah)
Overseas with the Brits shit (who?)
This might be new money, but I'm still gettin' lit bitch
Had to upgrade to the penthouse, had to get up on my rich shit (turn me up)

Niggas got no motion, nigga traded, Kenny Pickens
And that bitch so bad, I might put her on a wishlist
Driftin' in a stick shift
White boy ballin' in the court, he legitness
This shit get ridiculous
Bop tried to f*ckin' kiss me, but I said she got the dick lips
Me and my niggas really flexin, it's like we workin' LA Fitness
Spend the block like a fidget, I'm the golden ticket nigge
I'm the golden ticket nigge
F*ck
Nigga