Sencillo / Pista

K. Michelle (4shogirl) [feat. Nuk & Rio Da Yung OG]

Joseph McFashion•Audio Oficial (YouTube API)

Letras

(Coach me, Joey)

(Okay, KMoney)

(Joey)

I'ma take my bag to where it go, ain't never need no shooter

Hoppin' off the plane with all my racks, they think I'm D.B. Cooper

I just wanna walk around with racks and niggas get offended

All my bitches rockin' Mike Amiri, not no Lululemon

Yeah, boy them thousand-dollar jeans, if you know the denim

Brodie, say he wanna triple up if he go through Virginia

Boy, I go get plenty pape', bitches give me plenty face

She don't fuck with you because you took her on a ElimiDate

Got a blicky and the wood laughin'

Boy, we got the hood slappin'

I get in the kitchen and I whip me up a Bullmastiff

Ghetto lil bitch, she wanna suck me 'cause the wood smackin'

Told the bitch, I'm right back to the spot 'cause the jugg crashin'

My bitches a lil ratchet, I come through the hood taxin'

Brodie droppin' niggas, robbin' niggas of they hood status

All my bitches boujee, bad, Barbies

They can look at these and they can tell, they Pierre Hardy's

Bitches love a nigga that be wakin' up and gettin' pape'

Bitches hate a nigga that be wakin' up in niggas face

Bitches love a nigga that know how to make bowl curl

Spent five on her tits, now she get milk like a 4sho Girl

I'm like, "Lil baby, what you on?"

She like, "Boy, I'm grown"

Me and my bitch fuckin' all my bitches, she know all my hoes

Lil nigga, all my bitches bad, so I can't just scale

Shit, I kinda love 'em all just like K. Michelle

I've been sellin' dope forever, nigga, can't you tell?

Don't ask what kind of weed this is, nigga, can't you smell?

'Fore I hit the cell, I instantly make bail, I can't stay in jail

I won't give a bitch a dime, but I'll pay for nails

On the mall with Nuk, drinkin' a six, he throwin' up the five

Just seen my ex bitch, I know she sick, throwin' up inside

Pussy, my cup bloody as fuck like when the cherry pop

I done took more headshots with the cannon than Jerry Shot

Before you smoked a blunt of Regs, we had a Larry spot

Bro, stop right here and throw the fetty out

Here come the cherry-tops

I can have a hundred bricks of pure food and still won't sell you top

You can't weigh a whole brick up, what kind of scale you got?

I drunk a lot of lean today, that's why I keep on noddin'

I'm quick to ram a bitch like hemi then I gotta dodge her

A nigga never took shit from Rio, I was robbin' robbers

My opps ain't got shit to they name, but a shot up—