"K2 FREESTYLE" lyrics
(Oh-oh, ha, umm, oh)
Goddamn (Oh-oh)
(This the 808 plug)
(Oh-oh)
Ayy, this Top, man (Oh)
This Top, woah (Yeah)
Woah, woah, woah
I'm fresher than a bitch, and I'm smokin' K2
They be talkin' all that shit, but they can't do what I do
And my brother with the shit, and he bangin' Piru
And I'm who slung that .223, I'm the one who shot you
I got on I&M jeans, walkin' in my Prada boots
And I want that bad bitch, and she wan' be mines, too
Told you that I love you, hope you know I'm lyin', too
I want you to pop that pussy and just watch what I do
And I see you changin' on me, baby, what I did you?
Just look what I did you, you shinin' like my wrist do
And I, I got lots of money, and got lots of kids too
I got these hoes by two, you know what I'm gettin' into
Fans just like family, changin' on me, goddamn
Fuck you, just go tell 'em not to test me, I'll spray 'em
Tell her, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, baby, bam, huh
Buy the bitch Prada, still'll kill her 'bout my cousin
I drive sports cars with a double cup, muddy, mhm
I don't give a fuck 'bout what he do, pussy better not touch me, huh
5, shoot this bitch, it's ugly
Shoot it, or it get ugly
I was down up on my dick, rich, they don't love me
Go tell 'em, I'm rich as hell
Go tell 'em, it's Coco Reàl
Uh-huh, I'ma red-paint my nails, diamonds flawless, yeah, yeah
Pull up, drivin' that bitch like a Trans Am, like a Trans Am
Show 'em all, you know I don't give a damn
Brrt, brrt
I'm fresher than a bitch, and I'm smokin' K2
They be talkin' all that shit, but they can't do what I do
And my brother with the shit, and he bangin' Piru
And I'm who slung that .223, I'm the one who shot you
I got on I&M jeans, walkin' in my Prada boots
I want that bad bitch, and she wan' be mines, too
Told you that I love you, hope you know I'm lyin', too
Want you to pop that pussy and just watch what I do
Tell these pussy-ass niggas just stay in they place
I got more money, more bitches, more designer on the way
Nigga, I'm with that trippin', I'ma shoot that bitch in his face (Pussy-ass nigga)
Nigga, I ain't with that shit, I'ma shoot somethin' out the gate
Why you say my name out your pussy-ass mouth, anyway?
Why you think I got your bitch inside my house everyday?
Nigga, my Givenchy ring cost more than your whole chain
I ain't even gotta say it, they know I wear black every day
Make all these bitches do whatever my wife say
Pop that shit, she come right back inside a Wraith, bitch (Huh)
Broke-ass nigga, I'm in South, that way (Huh)
Fall in front of North, get 'em killed, on the lake
Goddamn (Oh-oh)
(This the 808 plug)
(Oh-oh)
Ayy, this Top, man (Oh)
This Top, woah (Yeah)
Woah, woah, woah
I'm fresher than a bitch, and I'm smokin' K2
They be talkin' all that shit, but they can't do what I do
And my brother with the shit, and he bangin' Piru
And I'm who slung that .223, I'm the one who shot you
I got on I&M jeans, walkin' in my Prada boots
And I want that bad bitch, and she wan' be mines, too
Told you that I love you, hope you know I'm lyin', too
I want you to pop that pussy and just watch what I do
And I see you changin' on me, baby, what I did you?
Just look what I did you, you shinin' like my wrist do
And I, I got lots of money, and got lots of kids too
I got these hoes by two, you know what I'm gettin' into
Fans just like family, changin' on me, goddamn
Fuck you, just go tell 'em not to test me, I'll spray 'em
Tell her, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, baby, bam, huh
Buy the bitch Prada, still'll kill her 'bout my cousin
I drive sports cars with a double cup, muddy, mhm
I don't give a fuck 'bout what he do, pussy better not touch me, huh
5, shoot this bitch, it's ugly
Shoot it, or it get ugly
I was down up on my dick, rich, they don't love me
Go tell 'em, I'm rich as hell
Go tell 'em, it's Coco Reàl
Uh-huh, I'ma red-paint my nails, diamonds flawless, yeah, yeah
Pull up, drivin' that bitch like a Trans Am, like a Trans Am
Show 'em all, you know I don't give a damn
Brrt, brrt
I'm fresher than a bitch, and I'm smokin' K2
They be talkin' all that shit, but they can't do what I do
And my brother with the shit, and he bangin' Piru
And I'm who slung that .223, I'm the one who shot you
I got on I&M jeans, walkin' in my Prada boots
I want that bad bitch, and she wan' be mines, too
Told you that I love you, hope you know I'm lyin', too
Want you to pop that pussy and just watch what I do
Tell these pussy-ass niggas just stay in they place
I got more money, more bitches, more designer on the way
Nigga, I'm with that trippin', I'ma shoot that bitch in his face (Pussy-ass nigga)
Nigga, I ain't with that shit, I'ma shoot somethin' out the gate
Why you say my name out your pussy-ass mouth, anyway?
Why you think I got your bitch inside my house everyday?
Nigga, my Givenchy ring cost more than your whole chain
I ain't even gotta say it, they know I wear black every day
Make all these bitches do whatever my wife say
Pop that shit, she come right back inside a Wraith, bitch (Huh)
Broke-ass nigga, I'm in South, that way (Huh)
Fall in front of North, get 'em killed, on the lake
