"CYAN FREESTYLE" lyrics
KindlyNxsh & Blxckie Lyrics
Yeah
I need a Boujee bitch like Cyan
Say what she want, Imma buy it
I'm stacking it up, I like math
Uh and I hate science
And I don't mess with the cap
I'm switching the roster, whole different client
Know that I came with the heat
You came with the crease
You don't even Iron
Haha
Don't need to look at the clock
But I know I'm on timing (Yessir)
Know that I keep me a stack
I keep me a chip de Pico de Gallo (Arriba!)
I hate me a bitch that be singing
And sending me songs, got links in her bio
I need me a girl that know
Nothing bout this shit
Got Soldier here with me
Yeah
Slim thick, caramel skin
She ain't even built like that
(Get it sexy)
Neck so cold like How do it chill like that?
(She tryna sex me)
I don't even try
In my sleep make a hit like that
Nigga I'm just like that
She call me Instagram, I'm reel like that (Real)
Yeah, How the fuck I got this mami?
How the fuck her waist so snatched?
In a relationship with money
All I think about is racks
(You) In a relationship with nobody
You don't know where the hoes at
(Mxm, sies)
I just linked your bitch it's so funny
I don't know where here clothes at
Haha
(King Buxuza, King Juluka)
President Slime they call me Obama
Oops I mean Zuma
These niggas they bite, they luma
These niggas ain't putting it on
I came with the drip, I came with the tunga
I'm finna throw me a bad bitch party
Right here at the crib
Just come with the cooler
Box
Yeah
Militant daddy, they call me Young Soldier
(Pops)
You're done, your seven day trial is over
(Yup)
I'm finna line up my thots and
Pick from the Range, I'm some' like a Rover
I'm at your door, just like a Christian nigga
No witness nigga ah
Jehovah
Got a boner
Yes
The baddies just hit me up
And they with it, they sipping the Henny up
Know that champagne is a must
I'm trying to bust
But don't get it twisted up
Got the money I don't need the rizz
Niggas hating just taking a piss
Know it's gone hit when I'm there
Niggas don't need to guess
Making my millies, I came with a vest
Ahhhhhhhh
Yes!
(Yes)
No, where do I go? (Go)
Hoes, open the door (Door)
Hoes flooding my-
Hoes flooding my phone
Yeah
Give that D, low
I'm in her V, lone
Give a fuck what a lil nigga talking bout
Nigga you're not that lit
(You're not!)
You better shut up
(Before)
Young Soldier and Blxckie pull up
(Of course)
They hated, I went and blew up
(Fasho)
Got power in me like a puff
(Oh no)
My pockets is big and buff
(They swole)
I don't even gym it's rough
(Oh no)
Ah, told her she ran out of luck
(She did)
I told her I just tryna fuck
(Yes)
Oh nah I don't gotta-
Ahh
Hella nah, I don't gotta crush
I need a Boujee bitch like Cyan
Say what she want, Imma buy it
I'm stacking it up, I like math
Uh and I hate science
And I don't mess with the cap
I'm switching the roster, whole different client
Know that I came with the heat
You came with the crease
You don't even Iron
Haha
Don't need to look at the clock
But I know I'm on timing (Yessir)
Know that I keep me a stack
I keep me a chip de Pico de Gallo (Arriba!)
I hate me a bitch that be singing
And sending me songs, got links in her bio
I need me a girl that know
Nothing bout this shit
Got Soldier here with me
Yeah
Slim thick, caramel skin
She ain't even built like that
(Get it sexy)
Neck so cold like How do it chill like that?
(She tryna sex me)
I don't even try
In my sleep make a hit like that
Nigga I'm just like that
She call me Instagram, I'm reel like that (Real)
Yeah, How the fuck I got this mami?
How the fuck her waist so snatched?
In a relationship with money
All I think about is racks
(You) In a relationship with nobody
You don't know where the hoes at
(Mxm, sies)
I just linked your bitch it's so funny
I don't know where here clothes at
Haha
(King Buxuza, King Juluka)
President Slime they call me Obama
Oops I mean Zuma
These niggas they bite, they luma
These niggas ain't putting it on
I came with the drip, I came with the tunga
I'm finna throw me a bad bitch party
Right here at the crib
Just come with the cooler
Box
Yeah
Militant daddy, they call me Young Soldier
(Pops)
You're done, your seven day trial is over
(Yup)
I'm finna line up my thots and
Pick from the Range, I'm some' like a Rover
I'm at your door, just like a Christian nigga
No witness nigga ah
Jehovah
Got a boner
Yes
The baddies just hit me up
And they with it, they sipping the Henny up
Know that champagne is a must
I'm trying to bust
But don't get it twisted up
Got the money I don't need the rizz
Niggas hating just taking a piss
Know it's gone hit when I'm there
Niggas don't need to guess
Making my millies, I came with a vest
Ahhhhhhhh
Yes!
(Yes)
No, where do I go? (Go)
Hoes, open the door (Door)
Hoes flooding my-
Hoes flooding my phone
Yeah
Give that D, low
I'm in her V, lone
Give a fuck what a lil nigga talking bout
Nigga you're not that lit
(You're not!)
You better shut up
(Before)
Young Soldier and Blxckie pull up
(Of course)
They hated, I went and blew up
(Fasho)
Got power in me like a puff
(Oh no)
My pockets is big and buff
(They swole)
I don't even gym it's rough
(Oh no)
Ah, told her she ran out of luck
(She did)
I told her I just tryna fuck
(Yes)
Oh nah I don't gotta-
Ahh
Hella nah, I don't gotta crush
