"Kane" lyrics
Yeah, what up Meech... 22
Take a ride with the G.O.A.T one time
Aye, 22
(Meech)
Aye, my bitch blowing up my phone now let me tell the truth
I don't know if she my bitch, I don't know what she do
Everytime it's in my hands, shit it gotta move
If niggas pulled up on you shooting you wouldn't know what to do
Single lion in this world, I don't need nobody
I made a promise to my sister I'ma be somebody
You can have yo bitch back, she need somebody
I was busy stacking blues when y'all couldn't find me
I don't hang around you niggas, we don't think the same
Young nappy head nigga, gold on his frames
Stopped picking up my phone, niggas say I changed
Nigga get yo scale dirty before you say my name
Made so much yesterday, in the car I prayed
This a M my buckle, M's on my brain
On my soul I really do it, punk stay in yo lane
You ask a nigga for a favor, they forget yo name
I'll spit on yo big homie, I ain't got one
You lil niggas talking 'bout guns, I really got them
Yo mans been down for too long, somebody spot him
Alotta money in my pocket, I went out & got some
It ain't a rule I won't break, risk I won't take
You putting yo feelings in a bitch, boy that's a heartbreak
And this Moschino that I'm wearing came from Italy
It's a 4 in my drank, shark on my face
Aye, now these hoes be fucking everybody
She mad at me cause I ain't text back, like I care about her
Drive a distance for the money cause I care about it
Punch a nigga in his mouth, knock the stare up out him
Up early with the birds, I need every dollar
Told my son I'm getting a mansion for him & his momma
But if I find a Latino she gone have my daughter
You wanna find a cheaper price go a little farther
We get 4 48's for that good bargain
Wearing clothes you can't afford, it make me a target
I don't deal with relatives, family you walking
Even in the nose bleeds you can see me balling
Louis bag on my bitch, it can hold a doggie
I'm the leader of the mob, you can call me Pauly
I can't even go shopping, too much in my closet
I got a roll on me now in my billionaire joggers
Nigga, I'm the man where I'm from
Screws loose in my head, I leave hoes hot lumps
You get questioned in that room, boy you better play dumb
A couple bitches love me, I don't care about one, nigga
Take a ride with the G.O.A.T one time
Aye, 22
(Meech)
Aye, my bitch blowing up my phone now let me tell the truth
I don't know if she my bitch, I don't know what she do
Everytime it's in my hands, shit it gotta move
If niggas pulled up on you shooting you wouldn't know what to do
Single lion in this world, I don't need nobody
I made a promise to my sister I'ma be somebody
You can have yo bitch back, she need somebody
I was busy stacking blues when y'all couldn't find me
I don't hang around you niggas, we don't think the same
Young nappy head nigga, gold on his frames
Stopped picking up my phone, niggas say I changed
Nigga get yo scale dirty before you say my name
Made so much yesterday, in the car I prayed
This a M my buckle, M's on my brain
On my soul I really do it, punk stay in yo lane
You ask a nigga for a favor, they forget yo name
I'll spit on yo big homie, I ain't got one
You lil niggas talking 'bout guns, I really got them
Yo mans been down for too long, somebody spot him
Alotta money in my pocket, I went out & got some
It ain't a rule I won't break, risk I won't take
You putting yo feelings in a bitch, boy that's a heartbreak
And this Moschino that I'm wearing came from Italy
It's a 4 in my drank, shark on my face
Aye, now these hoes be fucking everybody
She mad at me cause I ain't text back, like I care about her
Drive a distance for the money cause I care about it
Punch a nigga in his mouth, knock the stare up out him
Up early with the birds, I need every dollar
Told my son I'm getting a mansion for him & his momma
But if I find a Latino she gone have my daughter
You wanna find a cheaper price go a little farther
We get 4 48's for that good bargain
Wearing clothes you can't afford, it make me a target
I don't deal with relatives, family you walking
Even in the nose bleeds you can see me balling
Louis bag on my bitch, it can hold a doggie
I'm the leader of the mob, you can call me Pauly
I can't even go shopping, too much in my closet
I got a roll on me now in my billionaire joggers
Nigga, I'm the man where I'm from
Screws loose in my head, I leave hoes hot lumps
You get questioned in that room, boy you better play dumb
A couple bitches love me, I don't care about one, nigga
Writer(s): Jaelin Parker
