LBS Woobie & LBS Kiko - Intro

I ain't break the bag I'm trying to run it up
She feigning me to break her backI'm trying to run in her
Fuck it I'm a Fuck her until she's weak
Make sure she had enough
Fuck it
Let's make a mill out the streets like we ain't eat enough
We got the same 24 don't waste my time with ours
Them Glocks glued to the hip
They don't leave the house without us
I told him we had million dollar plans but they doubt us
So who's gonna be there when you need them bands baby not us
(Not I)

Kiko The neighborhood G-O-A-T
And I'll go at any nigga Play me
Navy
Seals Gone do a drill if they take me
Crazy
We gone lay him down like he lazy
Maybe
You should've stayed at home with your baby
Or ya Lady
OG made a mill off of Katy
Perry
I know some Street tales that ain't fairy
Scary
He went from hoop dreams and now he's 12 call him Terry
All I want is blue cheese and no dairy
Probably because I'm lactose but I will never lack toast
Cause niggas smile in front of your face but quick to back door
Know niggas that'll run in your place and pick your back door
I'm too smart to be trapped up in a Bando
My shooters they shoot on command they quick to go commando
For you she don't pull down her pants until you let them bands go
For me she fuck for free
After I beat I let my mans go
After I beat I let my mans go
Fuck it
I eat the beat and let my mans go
Like fuck it

They say kiko the goat I'm The one that tote the Tooly
Glock on my Hip extended clip im tryna shoot a movie
Gone unleash the beast Andretti say he wanna feast
Quick to try to wipe a Nigga nose and he ain't even sneeze
All the bank account deposits got my shit on freeze
I be flirting with the Teller she be waving fees
She know I got it round town she heard
I'm selling keys now I'm sitting courtside just from selling nose bleeds
Bring dat back
Sitting next to the players now I can dap em u
They told me I was destined for greatness and I believed it
Let me give myself a pat on the back bitch I'm conceited
One bitch told me I Cap in my raps
I told her beat it like Michael
Now I'm the bitch idol she don't know my name but she say she want a title
She wanted me to fuck her to sleep but I had to get back to that bag
Bitch I got million dollar plans money first bitches last
Fuck it I'm a run it up fuck it I'm a run in her

I ain't break the bag I'm trying to run it up
She feigning me to break her backI'm trying to run in her
Fuck it I'm a Fuck her until she's weak
Make sure she had enough
Fuck it
Let's make a mill out the streets like we ain't eat enough
We got the same 24 don't waste my time with ours
Them Glocks glued to the hip
They don't leave the house without us
I told him we had million dollar plans but they doubt us
So who's gonna be there when you need them bands baby not us
(Not I)

Written by:
Richard Islam Crawford, Khalil Wilson, Leslie Pridgen

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave

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