I Got The Kryptonite ft. Zoe Lyrics

I make them hoes weak,

I got the kryptonite

You don't even need no light

And them diamonds shining bright

I got them sticks with the beam on em

Don't make me put them beams on you

That pistol touch your head

It's dropping dreads

Ion give a fuck bout nothing

Once I'm off the meds

I can't even see you to even hear you

Don't care what you saying

I be in your city fucking on your hoe

On top of your bed

Ion care bout none of you niggas, fuck you all

I ain't got respect

Bitch, you can close your legs,

I just want the head

Stupid bitch don't even swallow

Fucked around an made a mess

You can't even speak to me

If none of that shit ain't bout to check

Ain't no reaching me, no service, phone died,

Phone dead

All you niggas broke as fucked, broke as fuck

Your pockets hurting

She like me for all this money, she sending pics

She talking dirty

If the pussy good, I buy her merch

Then put her on the island

They can't tell what I be on,

Cause everything I do be private

Wanna see how I step on shit,

Come put your head on top the floor

Pollow talking to a hoe

An see how fast I'm in yo door

All this ice around my neck

Might go and buy a bigger coat

Her pussy be so wet, I'm drowning

Should've went and bought a boat

Dissing on the gram, now he dead

He should've never spoke

Heard you talking to the feds

We seen the letters that you wrote Pussy

I make them hoes weak

I got the kryptonite

You don't even need no light

And them diamonds shining bright

I got them sticks with the beam on em

Don't make me put them beams on you

That pistol touch your head

It's dropping dreads

Hit him in his face, he's blind

Pussy, what you saying

I was fucking on your girl, we don't have relations

Head game ain't on shit

I don't want your hoe, you can have her back

Spint that nigga block

If I ain't get him, then I'll double back

Shot him while he walking

Had him dancing like he Michael Jackson

Real life killer, ain't no movie

I don't do no acting

Smelling like a quarter pound

Smoking shit just like a rasta

I ain't even birthed the bitch

But every day she call me dada

Catch me hanging with them Haitians

We do magic,abracadabra

Disrespecting me

I bet that pistol have you talking proper, bitch

I make them hoes weak

I got the kryptonite

You don't even need no light

And them diamonds shining bright

I got them sticks with the beam on em

Don't make me put them beams on you

That pistol touch your head,It's dropping dreads