Dior bag I keep that shit on me just to strap it up
Brodie dont be caring bout no beef he jus clap it up
Bitch I gotta grind you cant catch me at a f*ckin club
You aint really got shit shit we tell you to jus shut it up
Make yo car bounce with the shit that I release
We was never in them houses we never got no lease
Now they waiting on me they just wanna hear on my release
Yeah they wanna know the date I check the datejust on my f*ckin wrist
Pussy K.M back in town now you cant go drop a diss
I just dropped 10 songs n you know they all gon hit
Had to feed em with my own hands the own hands they bit
I been stuntin it since Halloween they think im doin tricks
Now they askin me "K.M how do you jus never miss?"
I got listeners in Tokyo they listen while it bliss
They thought K.M aint on rapping shit until I drop the diss
R.I.P to all my haters they can go n rest in piss
I got chefs doin the cookin they gon serve that Michelin
Told that bitch that its my turn then im dishin it
They cant get my hook outta they mouth im fishin it
Told em they cant run a marathon just go condition it
Dior bag I keep that shit on me just to strap it up
Brodie dont be caring bout no beef he jus clap it up
Bitch I gotta grind you cant catch me at a f*ckin club
You aint really got shit shit we tell you to jus shut it up
Money 7 feet n its tall like im Giannis Bucks
You cant even show a penny go n zip yo pockets up
They aint see me flex ima flex till my time is up
Pockets aint so lean so I dont sip on no double cup
Heard they gettin loud they aint louder than this draco
17 im chillin with the baddies Turks & Caicos
Everyday a birthday as far as that lil cake go
F*ck all of that mouth moving show me how that cake go
Tell me bout that tale and go tell me bout the story
Saw that 0 in my bank so I want it for glory
She be on a flight you aint findin on yo dory
You aint got no horses my horses Ferrari
Dior bag I keep that shit on me just to strap it up
Brodie dont be caring bout no beef he jus clap it up
Bitch I gotta grind you cant catch me at a f*ckin club
You aint really got shit shit we tell you to jus shut it up
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Dior bag I keep that shit on me just to strap it up
Brodie dont be caring bout no beef he jus clap it up
Bitch I gotta grind you cant catch me at a f*ckin club
You aint really got shit shit we tell you to jus shut it up
Make yo car bounce with the shit that I release
We was never in them houses we never got no lease
Now they waiting on me they just wanna hear on my release
Yeah they wanna know the date I check the datejust on my f*ckin wrist
Pussy K.M back in town now you cant go drop a diss
I just dropped 10 songs n you know they all gon hit
Had to feed em with my own hands the own hands they bit
I been stuntin it since Halloween they think im doin tricks
Now they askin me "K.M how do you jus never miss?"
I got listeners in Tokyo they listen while it bliss
They thought K.M aint on rapping shit until I drop the diss
R.I.P to all my haters they can go n rest in piss
I got chefs doin the cookin they gon serve that Michelin
Told that bitch that its my turn then im dishin it
They cant get my hook outta they mouth im fishin it
Told em they cant run a marathon just go condition it
Dior bag I keep that shit on me just to strap it up
Brodie dont be caring bout no beef he jus clap it up
Bitch I gotta grind you cant catch me at a f*ckin club
You aint really got shit shit we tell you to jus shut it up
Money 7 feet n its tall like im Giannis Bucks
You cant even show a penny go n zip yo pockets up
They aint see me flex ima flex till my time is up
Pockets aint so lean so I dont sip on no double cup
Heard they gettin loud they aint louder than this draco
17 im chillin with the baddies Turks & Caicos
Everyday a birthday as far as that lil cake go
F*ck all of that mouth moving show me how that cake go
Tell me bout that tale and go tell me bout the story
Saw that 0 in my bank so I want it for glory
She be on a flight you aint findin on yo dory
You aint got no horses my horses Ferrari
Dior bag I keep that shit on me just to strap it up
Brodie dont be caring bout no beef he jus clap it up
Bitch I gotta grind you cant catch me at a f*ckin club
You aint really got shit shit we tell you to jus shut it up
Brodie dont be caring bout no beef he jus clap it up
Bitch I gotta grind you cant catch me at a f*ckin club
You aint really got shit shit we tell you to jus shut it up
Make yo car bounce with the shit that I release
We was never in them houses we never got no lease
Now they waiting on me they just wanna hear on my release
Yeah they wanna know the date I check the datejust on my f*ckin wrist
Pussy K.M back in town now you cant go drop a diss
I just dropped 10 songs n you know they all gon hit
Had to feed em with my own hands the own hands they bit
I been stuntin it since Halloween they think im doin tricks
Now they askin me "K.M how do you jus never miss?"
I got listeners in Tokyo they listen while it bliss
They thought K.M aint on rapping shit until I drop the diss
R.I.P to all my haters they can go n rest in piss
I got chefs doin the cookin they gon serve that Michelin
Told that bitch that its my turn then im dishin it
They cant get my hook outta they mouth im fishin it
Told em they cant run a marathon just go condition it
Dior bag I keep that shit on me just to strap it up
Brodie dont be caring bout no beef he jus clap it up
Bitch I gotta grind you cant catch me at a f*ckin club
You aint really got shit shit we tell you to jus shut it up
Money 7 feet n its tall like im Giannis Bucks
You cant even show a penny go n zip yo pockets up
They aint see me flex ima flex till my time is up
Pockets aint so lean so I dont sip on no double cup
Heard they gettin loud they aint louder than this draco
17 im chillin with the baddies Turks & Caicos
Everyday a birthday as far as that lil cake go
F*ck all of that mouth moving show me how that cake go
Tell me bout that tale and go tell me bout the story
Saw that 0 in my bank so I want it for glory
She be on a flight you aint findin on yo dory
You aint got no horses my horses Ferrari
Dior bag I keep that shit on me just to strap it up
Brodie dont be caring bout no beef he jus clap it up
Bitch I gotta grind you cant catch me at a f*ckin club
You aint really got shit shit we tell you to jus shut it up
Writer: Karan Mander
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