Letras
Bitch I might him 'em with the black mac
Through the backpack
And the back strap
In the back fat
Ugh
Study long
Study wrong
Hot as hell
Hoodie on
All is well
Plenty wrong
Many weak
Plenty strong
Pretty brown
With plenty crowns
I don't ride me a wave
I can't do it
That's why these hoes ain't safe
When I come through yeah
I said
Fool me once shame on you
Fool me twice cock the deuce
Got the juice
I'm bossy boots
Toss the nuke
Box the juke
Ugh
White folks looking at a nigga from over yonder lookin Merica!
Op bitch looking at my accolades wit agenda lookin like bury her
I got a new ting looking at me like marry her
I'm in my old hood looking at it like carry her!
(Reeves Edition!)
Carry on
Carrie them
Call on me…
To carry them
I'm
Kenny Ken
Ken the pen
Kendra Mars
Really them
Really her
Really tough
Wit the stuffs
Crushed any and every little single thing that get at my jawn yeah
I know some niggas from Summit go beast
And they move at dawn yeah
Man y'all know who I am
And y'all know what I do
But what you hoes don't know is
What the fuck I've been through
I said these screws ain't lose
They're gone entirely
Tire me
Tiring out
Going about
Going without
I'm going this route cause I got paper to please yeah
I'm baking this beat for my leisure
Bass that might give you a seizure
Annie up! This is a teaser
I'm swimming thru dark waters…