Kwahi Lyrics

Aye Put that new king trap on

Trap trap trap trap trap

Let's go

King trap

Mixing up potions like a wizard

Gucci boots on fa da winter

All my patnahs they killas

They don't say much Kwai Leonard

I'll send shots at yo hitters

Pull up deep in the sprinter

Oh you beefing bout a bitch

If the bitch imma hit her

Big stepper get stepped on lil nigga

If it's fuck you fuck whoever came witcha

Backwoods smoking can't smoke no swishers

If it ain't za den I can't smoke witcha

Don't won't no rap beef half dem snitching

Gotta be careful I kno they listening

Don't need the feds all in my business

Ain't no case if ain't no witness

Tired of my car time to switch it

All my gloccs came wit switches

Bankroll tall like a midget

I want head don't want kisses

Told a bitch respect my pimpin

Goin fa nun strange dat bitch trippin

Designer frames off white denim

Outside blacc inside lemon

Mixing up potions like a wizard

Gucci boots on fa da winter

All my patnahs they killas

They don't say much Kwai Leonard

I'll send shots at yo hitters

Pull up deep in the sprinter

Oh you beefing bout a b****

If the b**** imma hit her

Cuban chain don't rock tennis

Shout out anti cause I'm a menace

Favorite room still whipping in da kitchen

In da pot whipping up like ah chemist

In her mouth in and out like a dentist

Flipping money up just like a gymnast

14k dat I spent on vision

Bout money yea I'm bout business

Mixing up potions like a wizard

Gucci boots on fa da winter

All my patnahs they killas

They don't say much Kwai Leonard

I'll send shots at yo hitters

Pull up deep in the sprinter

Oh you beefing bout a bitch

If the bitch imma hit her

Gucci boots on fa da winter

Bad bitch look like Kylie Jenner

Show her off take her out to dinner

Take her clothes off den jump in her

Rollin up smoking za on da sprinter

She swallow when she done she a Quitter

Grab her phone tell her baby Daddy get her

Head game nun but I might tip her

Mixing up potions like a wizard

Gucci boots on fa da winter

All my patnahs they killas

They don't say much Kwai Leonard

I'll send shots at yo hitters

Pull up deep in the sprinter

Oh you beefing bout a bitch

If the bitch imma hit her

Baccwood fat like Guinea pig

Run dat cash up den run it up again

Free king slime nigga wat it do twin

Free my nigga lucci out da motherfucking pen

Free my nigga locced up behind da gates

Free my nigga out da fed and da state

Go to trial pray my niggas beat the case

If the judge don't shake pray they probate