kylah 2 Lyrics

Yeah

Damn

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Ride in this foreign and they take down my neck

Im finna walk down baguettes

Let me stop sipping this wok my gut

For I fuck around and forget

And let this bitch quit callin my shit

She don't even know what she missing

And i'm bout as upfront as it gone get so why don't you quit talking just listen

Girl i'm tryna butter them biscuits

You calling won't leave me alone

And I know that you see these calls

So why don't you answer that phone

I'm off the loud and my gut it be hurting feel like it's never enough

And why does this bitch be playin wit a nigga

Swear they be pushing my buttons

Girl it's your nigga wanna see you

These niggas could never compete

And I know that they never could be me

When your around my heart skipping a beat

I ride around with flangers and draks but when I get home I be setting the tone

Get home you taking it off

That thang you got on I be on it

Type of flow wrip that floor

You a hoodrat thuggish I know it

All the bitches wanna know my name

On God and they getting ignored

To the point what you saying ain't important

And i'm knowing gotta up this game

Slanging good A student got brain

One more gon make it imma get you a ring

Say she like this life she wanna ride in the Benz

The trap don't be playing with niggas

You want a bag go ahead and go get it

This a colorful spread blue Benz

I pull out my wallet you on it

SRT it's fast gone floor it

Gone fuck around and get us a home

Say Kylah I know that it's good

How these neighbors be knowing my name

Finna bust it she grabbing my chain

We could fuck in the back of the range

If you messing with TYC

This dick is the mvp

Wanna ride in the Cherokee Jeep

Lil bust down bitch i'm fleek

Ion owe them niggas nun on me

I see demons and things in my dreams

Walk down finna walk on this beat

Walk down she start walking with me

Walking with me

Grabbing the bed frame

Grabbing the bed frame screaming my damn name

You know that you want it and I can't even blame you for it

Girl what is you running from

Know i'm knowing you up to something

They always gone want some from you

I'm already knowing it be bout the money

Hands all black from the runtz

I been smocking a chewing my honey

You lifting your arm shit musty

Finna ride around and clutch on this muzzle

Go down and this bitch is a monster

You is Kim but I know this shit possible

I got tats and chains on my arms

I could see you with anything you want

Damn