(Huh) Paper towel over my face
No I can't see but I can see through a bitch
Running this shit like commander
And I got pace I get her name right off the list (Aye Kota what's this?)
Told her we drive through the city
Drinking Pink Whitney, told her to 'come and get wit me'
Use to be making them fifty's
Then I went hunnids' all of this money get weary
She told me 'Real Kota got hoes', never was true I only be loyal to Siri
I'm smacking that shit off the glass
I been a fanatic them young niggas calling me Jimmy
Get money to put in the basket
Yea I got sticks, the one that you beat with a drum
My brother he deaf in the ear
Wanna' crash out, he look if I'm upping my thumb
A beam to the back of the head
I see that he shaking I know that he looking to run
I know they be totting on live
But that don't matter you shouldn't be flashing yo' gun
Time of the year, I know I'm veteran but I be young like a rookie
Them girly's be getting to close
They gotta' back up they wanna' get high off the cookie
She call me a wizard
Breaking through straight to the lane, she ask if I can do the dougie'
She told me she want come hop on the phone
I already told you don't call me your bookie (Yeah)
Paper towel over my face
No I can't see but I can see through a bitch
Running this shit like commander
And I got pace get her name right off the list
Told her we drive through the city
Drinking Pink Whitney, told her to 'come and get wit me'
I use to be making them fifty's
Then I got hunnids' all of this money get weary
Walk in the store
I already told you I wanted some Ricks (Yeah)
Can I get more (Damn)
My girly by side and she holding my stick
It's crazy your life can be gon' in a second
It really depends if he wanna go flick
He told me 'Real Kota a pest' you testing the guys it's really gon feel like a tick
Going to focus get straight to the point
I told you really can't stop me from getting it
My brother cane straight out the pin
The first he said 'Whatever in front- I'm hitting it'
She really gon' call me, and tell me to take her to Kobi's
I told her 'I ain't gon' be billing it'
I told you my brother it's straight like a GOAT to you niggas
I know that I'm coaching like Billicheck
Paper towel over my face
No I can't see but I can see through a bitch
Running this shit like commander
And I got pace get her name right off the list
Told her we drive through the city
Drinking Pink Whitney, told her to 'come and get wit me'
I use to be making them fifty's
Then I went hunnids' all of this money get weary (Get weary)
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(Huh) Paper towel over my face
No I can't see but I can see through a bitch
Running this shit like commander
And I got pace I get her name right off the list (Aye Kota what's this?)
Told her we drive through the city
Drinking Pink Whitney, told her to 'come and get wit me'
Use to be making them fifty's
Then I went hunnids' all of this money get weary
She told me 'Real Kota got hoes', never was true I only be loyal to Siri
I'm smacking that shit off the glass
I been a fanatic them young niggas calling me Jimmy
Get money to put in the basket
Yea I got sticks, the one that you beat with a drum
My brother he deaf in the ear
Wanna' crash out, he look if I'm upping my thumb
A beam to the back of the head
I see that he shaking I know that he looking to run
I know they be totting on live
But that don't matter you shouldn't be flashing yo' gun
Time of the year, I know I'm veteran but I be young like a rookie
Them girly's be getting to close
They gotta' back up they wanna' get high off the cookie
She call me a wizard
Breaking through straight to the lane, she ask if I can do the dougie'
She told me she want come hop on the phone
I already told you don't call me your bookie (Yeah)
Paper towel over my face
No I can't see but I can see through a bitch
Running this shit like commander
And I got pace get her name right off the list
Told her we drive through the city
Drinking Pink Whitney, told her to 'come and get wit me'
I use to be making them fifty's
Then I got hunnids' all of this money get weary
Walk in the store
I already told you I wanted some Ricks (Yeah)
Can I get more (Damn)
My girly by side and she holding my stick
It's crazy your life can be gon' in a second
It really depends if he wanna go flick
He told me 'Real Kota a pest' you testing the guys it's really gon feel like a tick
Going to focus get straight to the point
I told you really can't stop me from getting it
My brother cane straight out the pin
The first he said 'Whatever in front- I'm hitting it'
She really gon' call me, and tell me to take her to Kobi's
I told her 'I ain't gon' be billing it'
I told you my brother it's straight like a GOAT to you niggas
I know that I'm coaching like Billicheck
Paper towel over my face
No I can't see but I can see through a bitch
Running this shit like commander
And I got pace get her name right off the list
Told her we drive through the city
Drinking Pink Whitney, told her to 'come and get wit me'
I use to be making them fifty's
Then I went hunnids' all of this money get weary (Get weary)
No I can't see but I can see through a bitch
Running this shit like commander
And I got pace I get her name right off the list (Aye Kota what's this?)
Told her we drive through the city
Drinking Pink Whitney, told her to 'come and get wit me'
Use to be making them fifty's
Then I went hunnids' all of this money get weary
She told me 'Real Kota got hoes', never was true I only be loyal to Siri
I'm smacking that shit off the glass
I been a fanatic them young niggas calling me Jimmy
Get money to put in the basket
Yea I got sticks, the one that you beat with a drum
My brother he deaf in the ear
Wanna' crash out, he look if I'm upping my thumb
A beam to the back of the head
I see that he shaking I know that he looking to run
I know they be totting on live
But that don't matter you shouldn't be flashing yo' gun
Time of the year, I know I'm veteran but I be young like a rookie
Them girly's be getting to close
They gotta' back up they wanna' get high off the cookie
She call me a wizard
Breaking through straight to the lane, she ask if I can do the dougie'
She told me she want come hop on the phone
I already told you don't call me your bookie (Yeah)
Paper towel over my face
No I can't see but I can see through a bitch
Running this shit like commander
And I got pace get her name right off the list
Told her we drive through the city
Drinking Pink Whitney, told her to 'come and get wit me'
I use to be making them fifty's
Then I got hunnids' all of this money get weary
Walk in the store
I already told you I wanted some Ricks (Yeah)
Can I get more (Damn)
My girly by side and she holding my stick
It's crazy your life can be gon' in a second
It really depends if he wanna go flick
He told me 'Real Kota a pest' you testing the guys it's really gon feel like a tick
Going to focus get straight to the point
I told you really can't stop me from getting it
My brother cane straight out the pin
The first he said 'Whatever in front- I'm hitting it'
She really gon' call me, and tell me to take her to Kobi's
I told her 'I ain't gon' be billing it'
I told you my brother it's straight like a GOAT to you niggas
I know that I'm coaching like Billicheck
Paper towel over my face
No I can't see but I can see through a bitch
Running this shit like commander
And I got pace get her name right off the list
Told her we drive through the city
Drinking Pink Whitney, told her to 'come and get wit me'
I use to be making them fifty's
Then I went hunnids' all of this money get weary (Get weary)
Writer: Real Kota
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid