KMT - Verses

Uhh
Breath smell like kibbles and bits
Bitch niggas keep on talking that shit
por favor don't get hit in yo lip
Uhh
Snitching on the homie ain't that bitch
Pig Latin out the side of yo head
Los told me keep yo sol to they neck
Uhh
I keep my spirit away from the bread
Separate like state and the church
Money never bring me no happiness
Uhh
Tryna stay
Outta the mix
Outta mix
Uhh uhh uhhh

Hit it one time like I am Saitama
Yea, Yea
She wanna fuck
All summer long
Yea, Yea
Want her to suck on my dick
She put the coke on her lip
Said the lil bitch was pure
Think that lil shordie from Boise
Idaho head look like tato chip
Fucked on her sister her cousin too
Top from aunty her grand mama
Sorry I'm really not sorry boo
Mastered the art of the disrespect
If you feel some type of way I guess
I still won't get out my bag bitch
Till all my young niggas dragging

Uhh
Breath smell like kibbles and bits
Bitch niggas keep on talking that shit
por favor don't get hit in yo lip
Uhh
Snitching on the homie ain't that bitch
Pig Latin out the side of yo head
Los told me keep yo sol to they neck
Uhh
I keep my spirit away from the bread
Separate like state and the church
Money never bring me no happiness
Uhh
Tryna stay
Outta the mix
Outta mix
Uhh uhh uhhh

Written by:
Kyle Turner

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