Out On Bond
(专辑: Kaine's Diary - 2022)
Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Bitch, I'm not talking 'bout iPhone when I
just said I
made an air drop (Damn, damn, damn) V-VVS fit with them teardrops (Damn, damn) Fucking your ho and I'm making her bed rock (Damn) I
read the
money, fuck a
bookshop I'm making edibles in a
crockpot Dolce Gabbana my flip-flops Whipping that pot, nigga, 'til my wrist lock Got long hair, I
don't got a
flat top Love toting guns 'cause my brother chop I
do not fuck with 911, I
do not see myself being a
cop I
only see myself at the
top I
just see fuck niggas being opps I'm a
young nigga, Sir Flex-a-Lot When in the
fuck the
beat gon' drop? (Woo) Where my bros with a
thot? Flex music, no, this not hip-hop Hit him with a
SIG, nigga, and he hip and he hop Upping my pistol when I'm finna hop Can't trust the
plug, nigga, I
got set up I'm going through it, you said, "Keep your head up" Not 'bout these bitches, man, I'm 'bout the
cheddar You know you a
bitch, you a
rumor spreader I
swear to God I
do it better Two rap bitches, yeah, Salt-N-Pepa I
spent a
thousand dollars on a
sweater Just to wear that shit in any weather Slow, I
swear that all of these bitches be slow Right at the
store, right at the
Citgo And I'm in jail, but I
don't need stove 'Cause I'm finna bond out, finna go, go, go