Kiss Em Peace

(专辑： Trapped On Cleveland 3 - 2020)

(YoungBoyBrown, on my kid)

It might not matter to you, but it matter to me
Put a Panamera top and suede on the seats
Yeah, I caught a French bitch, she kiss my wee-wee-wee
Yeah, I copped the zaza bags and a brick of icy
And they wonder how I rock the mink in hundred degrees
'Cause I'm in AC, my heat on M16
My pockets on ATM, I'm on this ATV
If I ever catch an opp, know I kiss them peace

I ain't never have run-ins with old girls (Never ever)
I ain't never gon' punt, boy, I'ma score (Never ever)
Been a boss nigga, I ain't never do no chores
And they already know I'm too sharp like swords
Hit your block up with Berettas and more
Tell my white bitch and my black bitch make a s'more
Yeah, they hate seeing me win, it hurt to the core
Get active, yeah, we add fire to the fuel
I ain't coming home tonight, don't leave the light on
Ain't going for nothing, find another nigga to plot on
I buy your block, bitch, partners and buy homes
I know real don dadas and vatos

It might not matter to you, but it matter to me
Put a Panamera top and suede on the seats
Yeah, I caught a French bitch, she kiss my wee-wee-wee
Yeah, I copped the zaza bags and a brick of icy
And they wonder how I rock the mink in hundred degrees
'Cause I'm in AC, my heat on M16
My pockets on ATM, I'm on this ATV
If I ever catch an opp, know I kiss them peace

Yeah, if I kiss that bitch, it ain't the same
Sixteen shooters on a twenty-passenger plane
Wifi on the jet just in case I text my main
I ain't tryna tell you, ain't tryna talk, I up the stain
Might not matter to you but it matter to me
Take a bitch out to Peru, let her drink out a tree
My lil' brother hard-headed, I just gotta let him be
She suck me in the bathroom, let me bust on her teeth
Quit dropping roses on the casket, ain't romantic
But I ain't go to DeVry, I don't understand it
I'm tired of fighting my problems with Xanax
First time my mama told me, "Boy, get manly" (Man up, nigga)
Just bought my mama a house and it's in my business name (Yeah)
Soon as I cashed out, that's when my credit came
It's hard to see, but I know a snitch inside of every gang
I told her, "Mices and rats, yeah, they shred the same"

It might not matter to you, but it matter to me
Put a Panamera top and suede on the seats
Yeah, I caught a French bitch, she kiss my wee-wee-wee
Yeah, I copped the zaza bags and a brick of icy
And they wonder how I rock the mink in hundred degrees
'Cause I'm in AC, my heat on M16
My pockets on ATM, I'm on this ATV
If I ever catch an opp, know I kiss them peace