Kai Cenat Lyrics

I'm not for that talkin'

We walk down and you get hit

They savage, they pop out with Gen 4 Glocks

It got a switch, uh

She "Mrs. Do Too Much"

I told her "I'm not in the mix"

Was down bad on my dick, no guap

and they ignored that I exist

Moon ro-, moon rock in my blunt, lil nigga

You can't get high as this

I was tradin' options, uppin' stock, and now they buyin' in

This a test of faith, I'm in that jungle

Can't cave in that lion den

My niggas take it from you, they won't fumble

Then they run it back like Heisman

Za three-five, its punchin' back

Chop shit down like lumberjacks

He act pussy, ain't no fun in that

That's yo brudda Glock, know you ain't bussin' that

Snake eyes in the spot, false move, I bet they dice his ass

Jamaican twin, he up off YouTube

I call 'em Kai Cenat

Huh, yeah, flrrr, yeah, (woah)

Be 'round niggas that trap, but i ain't in that trap, nigga

They knew SSTOKESS was gon be sum

Ain't know he was gon be that nigga

Ain't want me back then, I'm up

And now she fuck with fat niggas, huh

Ion know if I want her

Heard she got some mileage

If I up the FN

Bet he won't survive it

Thought he was finna run off, I caught his ass, he tried it

Now big bro wanna die too, and all because he lyin'

XD four-nick on bro, bet nine he gone be wylin'

they askin how I got here

I prayed up and seek knowledge

Thick hoe, think she want me

I see that we vibing

He try and go thru that back door

Now he say that we slimed him (okay let's go!)

I just say I rap, they don't think I be on timing

Tryna be on top, I see a seat

I be done climbed it

A fuck to give that hoe, won't come from me

No she won't find it

Big cuz got D-R-A-C-O on 'em

It heat up climates

I'm not for that talkin'

We walk down and you get hit

They savage, they pop out with Gen 4 Glocks

It got a switch, uh

She "Mrs. Do Too Much"

I told her "I'm not in the mix"

Was down bad on my dick, no guap

and they ignored that I exist

Moon ro-, moon rock in my blunt, lil nigga

You can't get high as this

I was tradin' options, uppin' stock, and now they buyin' in

This a test of faith, I'm in that jungle

Can't cave in that lion den

My niggas take it from you, they won't fumble

Then they run it back like Heisman

Za three-five, its punchin' back

Chop shit down like lumberjacks

He act pussy, ain't no fun in that

That's yo brudda Glock, know you ain't bussin' that

Snake eyes in the spot, false move, I bet they dice his ass

Jamaican twin, he up off YouTube

I call 'em Kai Cenat