Kobe & Shaq ft. M0NTE Lyrics

I might fuck on your hoe, but I won't do no kissin'

Diamonds all in my mouth and you know that they glistenin

Man, if I do the crime, I ain't doin' no snitchin' Put the beam on his face, then his ass get to bitchin

Put a switch on his Glock, then that bitch get to spittin

Put a four in this Fanta, bitch, that's what I'm sippin

Chase him down with this Drake, this nigga got to slippin

Tryna stop takin' percs, them bitches got me itching

(Steel) Damn, damn, damn

Bitch I earned all my stripes steelio too official

Got a tech in this tech and it's loud like a whistle

Pay your man some back door this shit turnin' civil

Shoot this bitch like I'm Kobe, I ain't talkin' Bristol

Screamin' free my big brother, nigga, fuck judicial

Bitch they call me 5K on your head, it's a nickel

Make your big homie cross you, he ain't got a dribble

F-O G, my three letters, I ain't got initials

If my bro yell out scoom, then you know he gon' get you

I ain't slime but we wipin' his nose like a tissue

If you claim that it's static, nigga, what's the issue

Beat his ass real fast like I knew jiu-jitsu

Red dot on his head, nigga, like a Hindu

Red dot on his head it ain't shit to dismiss you

Red dot on his head, got a beam on the pistol

Fuck the bitch after school on her pussy essential

But this dick in her stomach and fucked up her dental

This bitch thought that I loved her, I fucked up her mental

Don't give a fuck what we in, bitch, we tinting the rental

Don't give a fuck what we in, tote this bitch out the window

Goin' deep in the pussy like it's quicksand

I just woke up this morning, made a quick band

I ain't with all the talking turn him to a strand

Thought I caught me a body, but the pole jammed

If I catch the bitch, lacking hit in his back

I a go anaconda, if it's for the sack

Put the team in the end zone, nigga, call me Dak

I ain't stoppin' this rap shit till I get a plaque

I got ricks on my feet, I hit him in his back

F-O-G winning team, my niggas never lack

I got a 32 toting, this heat like I'm Shaq

Put a switch on this bitch, this nigga can't react

In the field like Khalil, I'm totin' on his Mack

Fuck school, I ain't got no books up in this bag

Bitch, I ran out the Wok, so I'm sippin' on act

Bitch, I'm sippin' on mud, that's just how I relax

Keep a stick on my hip like it's Red Dead Redemption

When it come to these racks, my pockets Peter Griffin

How you claim you my bitch, but all up in my mentions?

I'ma fuck your little hoe, lil' nigga, now you livid

Ran it up on my own and that shit, I was givin'

Heard him dissing K2, so I sent that boy fishin

Boy I stay on my grind can't no bitch catch me slipping

We ain't Kobe and Shaq, lil' nigga, we different

F-O-G them my guys I'm forever on go

He keep talkin' so tough, man, that nigga a hoe

Bad lil' bitch on my line, and she suckin' me slow

Nigga do all that dissin', but can't up the score

When we see you, lil' nigga, no talkin', just blow

His momma singing and crying like Bell Biv DeVoe

Know that bitch do dicks, why you lovin' that hoe

You ain't gon' shoot that lil' gun, man, that shit's just for show

If I don't got the gun, he gon' die by the poke

If you tweakin' this bitch, put that boy on the floor

If we get the lo, we gon' come in your door

I ain't duckin' shit, it's unlimited smoke