Ogkb - Kb2 Lyrics

Burning up the booth
How im coming
Swaying what I do imma ride it out
Hold up baby im gone keep on thumbing

Running to this cheese man I gotta make it out
Imma catch the fader
Pour up and deliver

My stomach too bitter
My time too realer
Burning up the booth
How im coming

Swaying what I do imma ride it out
Yea count the hunnids
Diamonds steady flossing

Imma do the talking
Nigga imma enormous
Yea lenses on fleek

Bitches wanna creep
Why them haters round g
I just smoke about 3

Nigga posted in the 3
Ducking opps
Normaly
Tell me what it takes
For a bull

To have rage
Naw ion need face
Off too the motherland where I pray
Burning up the booth

How im coming
Swaying what I do imma ride it out
Hold up baby im gone keep on thumbing

Running to this cheese man I gotta make it out
Imma catch the fader
Pour up and deliver
My stomach too bitter
My time too realer

Pack pack
Gas gas
Move move
Fast fast

F*ck the jibber jab
Im just down on my ass
This shit is bad

All this fame
Aint gone last
Its my task
To run to the racks at hand

God at the gates
Like at look my lamb
Creating his own path
Gotta bless the fam

Never lose sight now
Burning up the booth
How im coming

Swaying what I do imma ride it out
Hold up baby im gone keep on thumbing
Running to this cheese man I gotta make it out
Imma catch the fader

Pour up and deliver
My stomach too bitter
My time too realer

Burning up the booth
How im coming
Swaying what I do imma ride it out
Hold up baby im gone keep on thumbing

Running to this cheese man I gotta make it out
Imma catch the fader
Pour up and deliver
My stomach too bitter
My time too realer