"Kiosk" lyrics
Are you in the mafia?
Am I in the what?
Color racks like a peacock, we don't sip rerock (Naw)
Twenty-five hundred-dollar Loubs, not no Reeboks
Shit talkin' back and forth with brodie on the kiosk
Niggas lookin' good for the appeal, he'd be out
Shoutout to the hoes, let me fuck the first night (What up, though?)
Suck a nigga dick, she ain't tryna be my wife (Mwah)
It cost to be the boss, so a nigga paid the price (Yeah)
I ain't catchin' no feelings, I'm too busy catchin' flights
Work gettin' sold, drank gettin' poured (Yeah)
Lies gettin' told, bad bitches gettin' hoed
Push up to the party, whole team gettin' chose
Bitches gettin' Rose, we don't drink that, it's color hoes
Color racks like a peacock, we don't sip rerock
Twenty-five hundred-dollar Loubs, not no Reeboks
Shit talkin' back and forth with brodie on the kiosk
Niggas lookin' good for the appeal, he'd be out
Shoutout to the hoes, let me fuck the first night
Suck a nigga dick, she ain't tryna be my wife
It cost to be the boss, so a nigga paid the price
I ain't catchin' no feelings, I'm too busy catchin' flights
Shoutout to the hoes let me fuck but got a nigga (Yeah)
Fuck a freaky bitch from the back with the pistol (Baow)
Nigga mouth flowin', we gon' throw him in the river
Rose-gold kit, lil' bitch, this ain't no silver
I ain't catchin' no feelings, I'm too busy catchin' flights
I ain't buyin' hoes bags, I'm too busy buyin' pints (Strapped)
Safety always first, strapped up like a dyke
What would you do with Damedot for a night? (What would you do?)
What she gon' do when I hit her with the pipe?
She not gon' wanna leave, she gon' try to spend the night (Naw)
What he gon' do if he make me up the pipe?
Shit, but be lookin' dumb in the afterlife
We ridin' all black, three or four yaps
Opps gettin' whacked, topside gettin' smacked
Rosa Parks section, hit the club in the back (Way in the back)
Eastside winnin', lil' nigga, that's a fact
Color racks like a peacock, we don't sip rerock
Twenty-five hundred-dollar Loubs, not no Reeboks
Shit talkin' back and forth with brodie on the kiosk
Niggas lookin' good for the appeal, he'd be out (Yeah)
Shoutout to the hoes, let me fuck the first night
Suck a nigga dick, she ain't tryna be my wife (Uh-uh)
It cost to be the boss, so a nigga paid the price
I ain't catchin' no feelings, I'm too busy catchin' flights
Am I in the what?
Color racks like a peacock, we don't sip rerock (Naw)
Twenty-five hundred-dollar Loubs, not no Reeboks
Shit talkin' back and forth with brodie on the kiosk
Niggas lookin' good for the appeal, he'd be out
Shoutout to the hoes, let me fuck the first night (What up, though?)
Suck a nigga dick, she ain't tryna be my wife (Mwah)
It cost to be the boss, so a nigga paid the price (Yeah)
I ain't catchin' no feelings, I'm too busy catchin' flights
Work gettin' sold, drank gettin' poured (Yeah)
Lies gettin' told, bad bitches gettin' hoed
Push up to the party, whole team gettin' chose
Bitches gettin' Rose, we don't drink that, it's color hoes
Color racks like a peacock, we don't sip rerock
Twenty-five hundred-dollar Loubs, not no Reeboks
Shit talkin' back and forth with brodie on the kiosk
Niggas lookin' good for the appeal, he'd be out
Shoutout to the hoes, let me fuck the first night
Suck a nigga dick, she ain't tryna be my wife
It cost to be the boss, so a nigga paid the price
I ain't catchin' no feelings, I'm too busy catchin' flights
Shoutout to the hoes let me fuck but got a nigga (Yeah)
Fuck a freaky bitch from the back with the pistol (Baow)
Nigga mouth flowin', we gon' throw him in the river
Rose-gold kit, lil' bitch, this ain't no silver
I ain't catchin' no feelings, I'm too busy catchin' flights
I ain't buyin' hoes bags, I'm too busy buyin' pints (Strapped)
Safety always first, strapped up like a dyke
What would you do with Damedot for a night? (What would you do?)
What she gon' do when I hit her with the pipe?
She not gon' wanna leave, she gon' try to spend the night (Naw)
What he gon' do if he make me up the pipe?
Shit, but be lookin' dumb in the afterlife
We ridin' all black, three or four yaps
Opps gettin' whacked, topside gettin' smacked
Rosa Parks section, hit the club in the back (Way in the back)
Eastside winnin', lil' nigga, that's a fact
Color racks like a peacock, we don't sip rerock
Twenty-five hundred-dollar Loubs, not no Reeboks
Shit talkin' back and forth with brodie on the kiosk
Niggas lookin' good for the appeal, he'd be out (Yeah)
Shoutout to the hoes, let me fuck the first night
Suck a nigga dick, she ain't tryna be my wife (Uh-uh)
It cost to be the boss, so a nigga paid the price
I ain't catchin' no feelings, I'm too busy catchin' flights
