Ko Flow Lyrics

They don't understand me, it's cool, cause I don't understand them either

I don't even love them hoes, but they still love me like I'm Justin Bieber

She tryna kick, but this ain't fifa

Hotter than hot, I got a fever

Hit it one time, then I release her

Bought it in full, this not a lease

She suckin' on me like a flea

Pimpin' is my expertise

Got a bomb on me, Bautista

I don't want love, I told that hoe, get out my face, I'm cool

I'm doin' me, why is you worried bout me, I ain't worried bout you

If he run up, he get two pops, and I ain't talkin' bout the juice

I'm this bitch, and I'm feelin' loose, cause baby I'm off the juice

How this yo bitch, and she give gang the neck ain't talkin' bout crew

People thought I was crip, cause all my pockets blue

I just wanna hit it and leave, bitch, don't put no ties on me

Ignoring my calls, ignoring my texts, I think she tired of me

Every nigga that she fuck with is a bum, they don't get fly as me

I don't even do no drugs, no more, but they still ain't high as me

I'm in this bitch with D Macc, that's D Macc, D Macskiii

She said she's done and leave me, I don't even care yous a skeleethe

Nigga wanna play them funny games, then he gotta meet JTeezy

I think I'm gettin' too much money, cause I'm out here hoopin' in Yeezys

Wish I would fall in love with a bitch again

Bitch can't even get none of my time, unless she finna help me win

Bitch can't hold my hand, bitch you gotta do my man's

All my homies is really like brothers, I ain't really got no friends

I love the money, all my friends is dead

He think of him, but nobody care bout him, he really a Meg

He go to jail, snitch on all his friends, he a L mans

I got so much money, don't care bout spendin', finna take it to France

Fuck, bring your friend, I'm finna bring my man's, my brother

Every time I cuff a bitch, she do me wrong , won't cuff another

Ayy, I put that on my mother

Reason I ain't got no friends, cause everybody flip, they tumblers

Money long, Mutombo, me and my niggas ball thunder

Let nigga overdo his part, and we gon' throw him under

Bro popped out with a stick, start beatin' shit, he really a drummer

These niggas love my exes, they rebounders, they Andre Drummond

Lil shorty you how you comin', is you gettin' money or somethin'

I don't even think you got no money, cause I ain't never seen none

You would've thought my pockets had mucus full of the green stuff

I fucked her and fucked her enemy, now they teamed up