St3v - Akimbo (feat. OG KEMi)

Lil baby she calling me heavenly
Lil baddie she think that she can get the better me
Suicide doors, my whip need some therapy
I just had a show and they singing my melodies
These niggas they copy it must be parody
Find yourself you're needing some clarity
My bro go akimbo he calling that parity
Brrr, tragedy
I don't know who is who
AK go boom
Choppa go dududu rarri go vroom
My niggas gon give you a bad afternoon
Who's dying first? After you
I got a new album this shit coming soon
No no I cannot fall off I think I'm immune
If you fight me lil nigga you're fighting my goons
And they dressed in all black like they're wearing costumes
Fumes, fumes, smoking my weed and I blow out the fumes
He gon get left right like bk the rula
My jewellery so cold that my closet's a cooler
Hop on the spaceship I go to the jeweller
I came out with so much I look like a looter
Money so long it look like barracuda
We gon teach him lessons like a tutor
I only like to talk to Betty no Benjamin
The opps yeah they outside I need some adrenaline
Open the doors I think we should let them in
Open the doors I think we should get them in
Bad lil hoe she standing right next to me
We don't do no friendlies you are not my frenemy
Dead to me, lil nigga you is my enemy
Float on the beat I don't swim in it
Cuh I want that shit man I'm getting it yeah
Put 20 on a wrist coz I'm getting it yeah
Man I'm smoking that tree yeah I'm burning it yeah
Man I'm cooking that shit yeah I'm turning it yeah
Put molly my cup I'm dissolving it yeah
That nigga got problems I'm solving it yeah
Man you don't need to tell me I'm on top of it yeah
Reading these niggas like I'm in a library
Way back in school I was a crook
Was robbing these niggas and they weren't no fan of me
Coz they did not no where to look
They hating on me and my looks
They hating on me as they should
Their bitch likes to suck on my wood
Like I said I'm a crook
Selling that shh like I'm Lenny, then hop in a Bentley
I'm rocking margiely, margiely, margiely, margiely
You can see me on the telly
Balenciaga be my welly, I'm counting the fetty
I'm leaving the Selfridges messy
She play with my balls like she messi
She play with my balls like she top of the league
And I was just fighting these crackers for fun
Was selling these white boys some motherfucking lean
And I was too fly when I was a jit, like it's English lit I got poems my g
Fucking up white boys and they turning red
Like they want be the flash so I'm selling them speed
Was selling them shrooms, was selling them weed
I was selling them pills, was selling them beans
Je ne sais quoi they don't know what that means
They ain't looking at you, they looking at me

Written by:
Stephens Fashagba

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