Ke'lyn the Artist - Ibaka

I used to love being on that block nigga i treat it like work
I used to make sum shake like a bitch when she twerking
I gotta make a play tomorrow just to get her a birkin
And I love to make sum money I hustle like I'm hurtin
And These days I got no filter I be talking my shit
Gotta catch em by surprise I got The drop on that bitch
And if they ain't been there firm day one they gone flip like a switch
When I come through with the chicken bitch you know it's legit
And I stayed up in the field, like a nigga was a starter
I will leave a nigga stapled like I'm Vince no carter
Please don't make me have to line Singh's up No barber
I remember all them days I was riding the Marta
Now I'm in a Drop top Stang Call it the headless horseman
I gotta get my money up cus I been looking at porches
I gotta Eat they not gone feed me I got ta get my portion
If I want it I'm gone get it that's the end of the story
Used to moving by myself because a nigga be lonely
I do what I gotta do I put that on my big homie
There go 12 Iet me make sure I ain got nothing on me
I'm feeling like Kobe man these niggas can't hold me
I bet you love going to the bank
Hell yea
She said I got on new panties what ya think
Hell yea
I gotta get money what you mean
Hell yea
I tryna get paid Imma fiend
But ion Care

Break up text
She gettin hurt
Make up sex
I'll make it work
The ops Coming
We gotta move
Pick em off
Like a corner do
Shop closed
Bitch What ya mean
Open up
I got the green
I got the white
Don't fck wit black
Don't fck wit clear
I got the beans
Give a nigga surgery but you know I ain no doctor
I'm on what you on Oh let's do it like I'm Flocka
I'm a butcher or you a tree make no difference imma chop ya
I will come through with the blocka like Ibaka wet ya block up

Written by:
Kaelin Williams

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