Letras
Shoulda fucked on his bitch When he thought He was poppin
Drama wussup I won't make you The topic
Smokin on Kevin Right now Cause he dyin
Won't get'em a stream That's gon Make him a dollar
AWH
He could be shot But we know he a runner
That boy came home An he still Gotchu runnin
I play wit this Duece Like they call me a gunna
I held yo money But now i got more Than you
AWH
Suck my dick Kevin This bigger than Nino
I'm in the future Go beast mode
I got a bullet Go right through his ego
Bitch ima stepperI'll body a nigga
Make singles about it Help carry the casket
Dealing wit Kevin It won't be no trick
Cause if he home alone Than I'm bombin that bastard
AWH
My drank is 150 a lean
My jeans is a price That i never imagined
I gotta thank god That he showed me the Kevin's
Oops
Bitch i mean all the cappers
This is yo funeral New celebration
Tell baby boi You gon take a vacation
You won't be makin Dem child support payments
Cause Priddy the reason That never made it
I just thought they like it better
If i turned a funeral into a club
We put Kev in a spliff Just like he was the za
Threat him like smoke Put that boy in the sky
Why would i Beef wit a nigga who died
When the hate Don't be workin They start tellin lies
AWH
He not a stepper He never made pages
He not outside He just steppin On stages
He think that All of this shit entertainment
Until we catch Kevin Somewhere wit his baby
We hear yo age Thru all of yo songs
Stay outta my way If you just wanna rap
I'm keeping it cool Cause you know What I'm on
But we all know that Kevin Don't be in no traps
I'm up 2 levels right now I'm off all of dem drugs
You was talkin about
AWH
I should walk up In yo house
Awh
Go Rick James Put me feet in yo couch