KART ft. Corey Vintage Lyrics

I got some K's, I ain't e'en save

Just like a backwood, blew it away

I gotta get on my muhfuckin' A

Clean up my shit like a fuckin' bidet

I'm doin' good, I got a bae

She lookin' good, that's my lil' thang

She keep me outta my ways

Blow up my head like a fuckin' grenade

I'm tryna get a wad of the cash

I'm tryna put it all in a bag

I'm tryna spend it all on some gas

Spin in an EZ-GO with a mask

Flip it, man, I can not get enough of that

Get you lit with fire like a book of matches

You inquired me about some raps, first

I acquire you to bring the back-end

To the front, bitch, I am Justice

To my family and to the government

I done faced so many reprecussions

Cobb County went and stole my lunch

Yeah, I got some problems

Name someone who doesn't

But a lot of people count us

Me and all my brothers, niggas doubted us

CV hit some buttons, now he countin' up