1k.joe - Cardio (feat. KellDontSell)

I'ma run this game down like it's cardio
I'ma talk my shit, yeah, you better raise the audio
Stomping on his head like I'm Super Dan Mario
Got on big drip
Pouring shit like I'm Favio
Yeah I'm posing, flicked up
Yeah, my feet been kicked up
I ain't worried about no opps
They could all get blicked up
Me and gang, blicked up
Oh, he better not slip up
My lil' freaky shorty said she wanna fuck when
I pick her up

Fuck when I pick up, yeah, she just grinding
On my dick I think the last one she was trippin
Caught a body, now she sick
Yeah, she call me her lil' baby
To her friends I was a ick
Man she ain't shit
Got like 20 bands
And got me a new whip
I ain't trippin' shit
Just know I don't need her
I got me a 10, she been a G and she a eater
I had me a hoe up in the backseat of a two-seater
The hoes from my opp, now I'm just clutching, I got two heaters

I got two heaters
Knocked that boy right out the park
I start to feel like Derek Jeter
I don't give no fuck about you or about your guns either
Had an opp, bitch, named Alexis, so you know I fuck Kia
Gun him down, aiming for his body, I got a heat seeker
Yeah, I'm sparked up, drive by Hit that lil' nigga while he parked up
Slide by, yeah, my price is raising, my shit marked up
Fly guy, they gon' see me winning, now they starstruck

Starstruck nigga, I don't even give a damn
All I ever needed was a blick and a fucking plan
I'ma drown him like a motherfucking yam
Put him to the blick and show him who the fuck I really am
I'm talking about that business, bitch, get with it
You won't talk shit, it get wicked
You gon' up it, better blick it
Better hit it, never miss it

Got a son, you better kiss him
Cause tomorrow you might miss him

Written by:
Joseph Harris, Kellon Hall

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