Kilo
(专辑: No Limit Niggas - 2015)
[Hook Tink:] My name hold weight like a
kilo Yo nigga a
zero Self-made bitch, I
don't need no fucking hero I
got bank roll Verses put me on, now Ima blow this money 'till it's gone [x2] I'm sitting presidential and I
know they hating Crazy thing about it I
'ain't even made it... yet I
make a
rack off foreign features These rappers on the
bleachers teaching lessons like they teachers, I'm like.. Three tapes in, working on my fourth When one door doesn't open don't wait on the
porch You go and get your money like it's payday These hoes gon' run they mouth just like they relay and it's okay 'Cuz I'm taking off, hit and run Breaking bread, you could hit the
crumbs Hit the
blunt and then toss it, then throwing holes in they coffins Wake 'em up with my loud pack, making more noise than a
sound track Got more toys than a
spoiled brat, playing games that'll get you clapped Clap it up for my season, pockets always cheesy Fuck niggas keep dissing, we'll leave yo' mama and 'em crazy Going 90 on Stoney though 3
fingers, East Side Weak bitches gon' talk shit but a
real bitch ain't gon' let it slide [Hook] [Lil Bibby:] My name hold weight like a
kilo, plus I
got them kilos Running shit like Nino, my plug named Carlito I
been outta town getting C-Notes, please don't tell my P.O My niggas hot in these streets ho so that strap go wherever we go Ball hard like D.Rose, this rap shit like free throws Cluck say he need 3
blows, he sound like a
police though I'm splurging, I
ain't T-Row Yo boyfriend a
zero, I'm rolling off a
hero, yo baby-mama she deep-throat I'm all about them figures, riding 'round with my niggas I
only fuck with them killas', and a
couple dope dealas' Pockets filled with them bank rolls, hunnit thousand, can't fold Bibby got that straight drop just ask around bet they know I'm feeling like the
shit, these verses getting me rich And I
don't fuck with no squares, unless you talking 'bout bricks I
be going hard no time off, these lil' niggas they rhyme soft Play with me I
let the
nine off, commit a
homicide then ride off [Hook] [Lil Herb:] Yeah my name hold weight that's what my bars say Young nigga that's running 'bout all 'em apes no I
'ain't Tarzan If I
can get 'em my squad can, kilo That's all me and my peeps know I
wake up with 'bout twelve bricks 'bout twelve hit I
got three more 'Nother three go Bibby call Carlito Them thangs coming them thangs going yo man hold my D-Note Ask about me bet she know Lil Herb hold up a
kilo On 79th bitch I'm Deebo Running red lights with 'bout three poles Now I
got the
cops stalking me, I
don't know nothing don't talk to me I
be rolling around blowing QP's, bout 2
G's, and a
[?] So you run up, you get gunned up Had 'em fifties blowing 'till the
sun up If yo bitch fucked me she done lucked up If she didn't suck me you should cuff her, 'cuz she one of a
kind Look at you and yo goofy crew with ya'll Gucci shoes, they ain't fucking with mine Who is you and these goofy dudes? Just looking new, get the
fuck off the
nine Buss at his spine Hunnit stacks for the
Rolex, I'm a
sucka' for time Niggas mad like "Why you never come and fuck with us?" 'Cuz I'm stuck on the
grind [Hook]