Kin Lyrics

(Pussy nigga against me)

Pussy nigga get flipped

Pussy nigga get fried

AMG in my whip

AMG I might slide

Put this ho inside a track

She ain't want to ride in mine

And these niggas they be cap

And they niggas they be lying

He ain't been inside the trap

He ain't seeing niggas dying

And my nigga never lack

Keep it on him at all times

Send me the addy i'm fucking his whore, pulled up on brodie he prayed to the lord

I took his ho but I ain't want to do it, nigga talk crazy we hitting his core

He got a vest so we aim for the neck, damn my ho freaky she getting undressed

Don't give a fuck bout the set that he rep, if he talk crazy we leaving him dead

Painted the walls, now a nigga see red

Ice on my neck but a nigga bleeding

How I'm in the stu with a nigga cheifing

Really hope you don't give me a reason

Young nigga making plays off Reesen

Young nigga making plays off Prize-Picks

Riding round town with a fucking heater

Riding round town with a real bad bitch

Scamming niggas off of tele

Took his money I ain't tell him

Man these niggas they ain't ready

Off the wall but they ain't read him

Hop out the car and I scared him

Hop out the car he deserve it

Im on the telly I played him

That nigga pockets they hurting

Yeah, yeah pussy nigga against me

Yeah, yeah, pussy nigga get flipped

Pussy nigga get fried

AMG in my whip

AMG I might slide

Put this ho inside a track

She ain't want to ride in mine

And these niggas they be cap

And they niggas they be lying

He ain't been inside the trap

He ain't seeing niggas dying

And my nigga never lack

Keep it on him at all times

Walk In the function with two twins, walk in the party i'm lit

Got two phones got two sims, still won't call that bitch

Got two ho's got two twins, still can't top my bitch

I don't need no new friends, cooling where I is

Did this shit with two hands, crawled up out that ditch,

Young nigga with big plans, Im tryna get rich

Posted on that block with them but I ain't hit that lick

Posted on that block with them but I ain't sell that shit

Cap a nigga might've did

I might sold a lil sum

I ain't smoking no cig

But I smoke a lil sum

Get the fuck out my business

You don't know what I'm on

Do this shit for my kids, and I ain't even got none

Huh Huh, can't play that hook

Man that bitch she cooked

I done came through, leave that nigga shook

Im moving crazy, don't do what I should

And that's my lady, took her out the hood

Bitch I'm fucking lit, these niggas can't hang

Bitch I'm off that shit, I rock Helmut Lang

Selling fucking dope, he tryna get by

Said a cash-counter, she asked what's my sign