Knots

(albüm: TTB: STREETS CHOSE ME - 2021)

(Indigo)
(Okay, Embasin)
(Kayoh cook it up)

Pop, pop, pop, Glock like chicken grease
Big bands, guap don't fold, bills with no crease
Paid lawyer fees, get commissary til' release
Rainy days I'm ready for 'em saved my Kraft cheese
Stacked up, she wanna go shopping, bitch please
Penthouse, thirty thousand down, fresh lease
Skrt, skrt, vrooming off the lot, Charger car keys
Sticks jammed, packed up in the trunk like some Sardines
I'm a gentleman, just aggressive with the Wock'
Got good manners just no patience for these thots
She say, "Pull up on me," I say, "Yeah" but I'm not
Million-dollar conference call, no time for twat
Your baby daddy hate me 'cause I'm everything he not
Your baby mama want me 'cause I'm everything you not
Not to say I'm cocky but my shoes got more knots
Diamonds interracial, Meagan Good, Megan Fox
Pulling up on you, don't even need no mask, give me what you got
Nigga get his ass beat fucking up my vibe
Talking about making some money, okay pull up, let's ride out
Niggas be thinking they real [?] really they just got gout
Baby I came up by myself, no talent scout
Running your mouth, buddy best know what I'm 'bout, we take you out
AR-15, remind me of your bitch, scream and shout
Couldn't get no pick, these niggas be acting like hoes, he put up a pout
Self-love, got a whole lot of that, no self-doubt
Fuck what you 'bout, fuck what you 'bout, nigga we run in your house
Run in your house, nigga we run in your house
Run in your house, nigga we run in your house
Run in your house, pussy we run in your house