[Chorus: Kysosad]
Uh, throwing all this money, it's a weird flex
Niggas know you ain't getting real checks
Who you bringing homie? Why you upset?
Why you mad now? Why you real stressed?
Big H on my belt call me real blessed
With a bad bitch, ho, we have real sex
You new to the trap I'm a real vet
You ain't 'bout it pussy nigga that's a real threat
[Verse 1: Kysosad]
Nigga said he gon' pull up when he see me
So I pull up with the .50 and a nigga turned the lights out
If that's your girl, my fault, but she up in my DMs, so why you wanna fight now?
Uh, Even when it's summer it's a snow day every time Lil Kyso wanna put the ice out
Don't call mе up if you don't wanna fuck 'cause nigga wanna fuck right now
Niggas said they looking for me go ahеad and find me then
When we meet I got a hammer like a nigga Harley Quinn
She throwing ass, go ahead, mama, lay it on me den
Call me Curry on the block because I give it thirty spins
She can spin on this dick so it's Drew boy
Talk about your family, how your mama going through it
I don't care, I wanna hit, here's a door so go through it
It's KYSO Gang, guess you know we going stupid
[Chorus: Kysosad]
Ah, throwing all this money, it's a weird flex
Niggas know you ain't getting real checks
Who you bringing homie? Why you upset?
Why you mad now? Why you real stressed?
Big H on my belt call me real blessed
With a bad bitch, ho, we have real sex
You new to the trap I'm a real vet
You ain't 'bout it pussy nigga that's a real threat
[Verse 2: ssjedward]
I came as the best and I aim for the chest
Flew a plane to the west just to flame you and stretch
Y'all came as a guest in this game
Fucking rest my pen for a min
Forty men pop up scoring wins
Who is is this? Majin
Poor as piss endorsing rotted same old flows
Change yo clothes, in the same old boat
Halos float, we all know, guess I don't
Guess I gotta kill my ego
SSJ and KYSO, Scorpion and Sub-
[Beat Switch/Interlude]
Uhh, let's go
[Verse 3: ssjedward]
They like 'Ward, 'when the fuck you gon' release shit?'
How 'bout you hoes just hop the fuck off my dick
Y'all mad I'm touching these kids, (Not Tokyo's Revenge shit)
Guess I gotta write a hit list to get pricks outta my lane
Got yo mama's digits, smoked some fidget, and fucked her my way
Nothing to prove though, I kicked her to the highway
Shortly after, baffled at the 'Cloud raffle every Friday
Got the Civic leaning sideways blasting out the driveway
Bumping that track with Jermaine, the one from G.O.O.D Friday
My words cut deeper than Goro's torso
Hella more so the Cole's foreclosed home
Opened portals with sick tracks and got connections
I look around at my peers and it's fuckin' depressing
It's like the time you bagged a chick then checked your phone to see not a fucking message
Listen, y'all see my buttons and feel the urge to press them
Y'all want no smoke I promise you'll be blessed with
Half yo muthafuckin' god damn body missin'
Y'all don't associate with me in rap because I'm always pissin'
On you piss poor, annoyance, nuisance, little bitches
This is just a warning
If you step to me you're finished
Where's my-
[Outro: Tyler, the Creator & A$AP Rocky]
I got guns in the fuckin' pan
Hit the ban, nigga
AK-47 in the lamb, hit the dance, nigga
I don't got plans, I just go
Go like the Roadrunner, where's the Coyote?
It's Rocky and T, y'all ain't fuckin' with me, please
Had a nigga singing 'stop' like it's glee
Nigga, chill, I'm ill, I'm sickle cell
Woah, woah, woah, woah, let me hit 'em with some soul shit
