Kerry Kittles Lyrics

I ain't gone tell you again

Keep a eye on yo friends

Thought we was better, but you had other plans

It's over money, would've thought you my man's

Just glad I lost you before I start to see bands

Man these niggas ain't solid

I see the snakes that's in front of me

I spent too much time with dead weight, know it stunted me

You addressing the rumors instead of truths, you confronted me

Niggas pillow talking to bitches that's shit that be troubling

I'm hungry for success, to tell the truth my stomach rumbling

I know what I deserve and frankly yeah I'm tired of struggling

I'm running routes, I'm catching me a bag and I ain't fumbling

I'm Emmitt Smith with this bag you feel me?

I see the snakes in the grass, you too impressed by these bitches

Type of nigga, that go broke, cause he focused on image

I know we different, cause my mind, only on focused on riches

I gotta put food on the table

Gotta get to that spinach

You always want a piece of something, started calling you Illitch

I'm moving forward

Gotta get to this chicken, I'm acting different

Told my bitches, I ain't picking up calls, I'm out of business

Now I'm Santa, gotta sift through this bag, but it ain't Christmas

All these hoes

Got me feeling like Santa, but it ain't Christmas

All these hoes

Got me feeling like Santa, I'm on they wish list

Tried to tell em that Coach E was gifted, but they ain't listen

Now I call the plays, and bitches be whistling I'm Andy Griffith

But I swivel

Had to clip her, I'm Kerry Kittles

All these hoes

Got me feeling like Santa, cause I got triple

They break down all these bars and it sale, I'm flowing sickle

Now I'm swimming through all this deep water like I got flippers

Now my bag, this shit overflowing, can't use the zipper

Now I'm grinding, and Coach E be shining, I used to flicker