Ksubi Jeans Lyrics

Truey jeans off a bean yo bitch tryna fuck

What you want sippin' blood I don't wanna fuck

Stole her heart in her guts she wanna have my son

I can't rest up with my blunt til the money come

Fuck my money up uh make the money cum

That hoe went and broke my heart she tryna find herself

I told that hoe just do it nike check my niggas do it

None these niggas be outside corey in the house

Ksubi in my jeans polo and a fitted tee

My jeans stressed like single mothers what the fuck you mean

Polo on my body polo on me everything

Double cross a nigga leave him in the fucking sea

Mane i'on even know these niggas nah you ain't no friend to me

Man i'on even know these niggas nah you ain't no enemy

Man i'on even know these niggas bitch you just a fan to me

Truey jeans off a bean yo bitch tryna fuck

What you want sippin' blood I don't wanna fuck stole her heart in her guts she want have my son

Truey jeans off a bean yo bitch tryna fuck

What you want sippin' blood I don't wanna fuck stole her heart in her guts she wanna have my son

Way too juiced from the start baby show me sum

Ima trap god nigga im a trap god

Ima trap god nigga im a trap god

Ima trap god nigga im a trap god

Ima trap god nigga im a trap god

Ima trap god nigga im a trap god

Ima trap god nigga im a trap god

Ima trap god nigga im a trap god

Ima trap god nigga im a trap god

Bitch S.C.B. hoe leave these niggas wasteful hoe