Kant Lyrics

Huh, I can't get my mind offa racks

Huh, I can't get my mind offa bands

We finna do a drive-by in a Benz

I took a white ho' out to Japan

She told me to pull up, I said it depends

Huh, depends if you bringing your friend

Huh, depends if you bringing your friend

Huh, then I'm finna slide with my bro's

She see the stars on my muhfuckin' Rolls

I was at Kloutwav, rocking the show

Huh, that's when I knew it was somethin'

Me and the gang, we move in a cult

She got a boyfriend but she let me fuck

She told me "Just keep all this shit on the low"

These niggas hating, they making a youtube video saying that I copy flows

Go 'head, show me the bands in your pocket

Huh, we know that you can't show a hunnid

Bentley Mulsanne, I pained it yellow

Huh, I'm finna hop in a mustard

Fuckin' that ho' and I'm kicking her out

Huh, 'cause I know I can't trust her

Nigga, I fucked your bitch on camera and you still finna tell me you love her?

I ain't been sober in like 4 days

I rock the show then I get paid

I'm in Jamaica, pack got laced

You was my bro but now you fake