"Diddy Kong" lyrics
Yeah that's right, you better walk away
Go on, walk away, 'cause I'ma burn this motherfucker down
King Kong ain't got shit on me
Uh, yeah, yeah
It's Jay no Z, Eazy no E
Chicken parm while I'm sippin' Don
Where the pretty jawn in the Vicky thong?
Ways to get money, shit, we got a milli of 'em
Run up on us and we pop guns like Diddy Kong
I'm really one, never two
Switch up on the team, something I can never do
Do this for the fam, wealth gon' be generational
They want me on the track like they sent the invitational
Not about a bag, I got nothing else to say to you
You're a infant to me I'll choo choo train your baby food
That's you lady, ooh, I'll make her move like Amy do
Hit my money stretch then I'll have your shawty chasin' blue
You a sad case, told on your mans now you gotta do the rat race
I can never fuck with twelve, not even Tom Brady in his past days
Chicken parm while I'm sippin' Don
Where the pretty jawn in the Vicky thong?
Ways to get money, shit, we got a milli of 'em
Run up on us and we pop guns like Diddy Kong
Silly Tom, Dick and Harry thought I wasn't gon' be on
Through them nights evolved Umbreon
[?] from beyond
Living with mom upstate in the swamps
Now the trees like my girl ass, [?]
And the [?] for sure
Like a cash [?] Gucci bag, mwah
Holdin' a pack torch and a passport
Came off a packed tour, don't try to act sore because the bag more
Get what you ask for, pull up on me later, I'll go ahead and tax more
Chicken parm while I'm sippin' Don
Where the pretty jawn in the Vicky thong?
Wa—ways to get money, shit, we got a milli of 'em
Run up on us and we pop guns, run up on us and we pop guns
I'm really one, I'm really that
I'm really that, yeah, I'm really that
Wa—ways to get money, shit, we got a milli of 'em
Wa—ways to get money, shit, we got a milli, got a milli
Chicken parm while I'm sippin' Don
Where the pretty jawn in the Vicky thong?
Ways to get money, shit, we got a milli of 'em
Run up on us and we pop guns like Diddy Kong
Go on, walk away, 'cause I'ma burn this motherfucker down
King Kong ain't got shit on me
Uh, yeah, yeah
It's Jay no Z, Eazy no E
Chicken parm while I'm sippin' Don
Where the pretty jawn in the Vicky thong?
Ways to get money, shit, we got a milli of 'em
Run up on us and we pop guns like Diddy Kong
I'm really one, never two
Switch up on the team, something I can never do
Do this for the fam, wealth gon' be generational
They want me on the track like they sent the invitational
Not about a bag, I got nothing else to say to you
You're a infant to me I'll choo choo train your baby food
That's you lady, ooh, I'll make her move like Amy do
Hit my money stretch then I'll have your shawty chasin' blue
You a sad case, told on your mans now you gotta do the rat race
I can never fuck with twelve, not even Tom Brady in his past days
Chicken parm while I'm sippin' Don
Where the pretty jawn in the Vicky thong?
Ways to get money, shit, we got a milli of 'em
Run up on us and we pop guns like Diddy Kong
Silly Tom, Dick and Harry thought I wasn't gon' be on
Through them nights evolved Umbreon
[?] from beyond
Living with mom upstate in the swamps
Now the trees like my girl ass, [?]
And the [?] for sure
Like a cash [?] Gucci bag, mwah
Holdin' a pack torch and a passport
Came off a packed tour, don't try to act sore because the bag more
Get what you ask for, pull up on me later, I'll go ahead and tax more
Chicken parm while I'm sippin' Don
Where the pretty jawn in the Vicky thong?
Wa—ways to get money, shit, we got a milli of 'em
Run up on us and we pop guns, run up on us and we pop guns
I'm really one, I'm really that
I'm really that, yeah, I'm really that
Wa—ways to get money, shit, we got a milli of 'em
Wa—ways to get money, shit, we got a milli, got a milli
Chicken parm while I'm sippin' Don
Where the pretty jawn in the Vicky thong?
Ways to get money, shit, we got a milli of 'em
Run up on us and we pop guns like Diddy Kong
