Main Kit Lyrics

Foreign whip, two Glocks and a Pint thats my main kit

Fine shit, all natural my main bitch

Go to war, I don't care, who you came with

Some Bally's, couple diamonds on my wrist

Batman, I'm shiestied up, ridin' round that block

Facetime my youngs like is we flockin', or we not

160 in the scat, cus I ain't talkin' to no cops

Rich nigga problems, I wake up with Givenchy

Some boss shit I'ma get a bag if it's near me

get bold if you want, this nine talk like Siri

Ain't no normal coat, that shit say Montclair on it

The bottom of my shoes got a little red on it

Just booked your mans, for his ice and a pint of tris

She at that party, no longer my bitch

Shoutout Mayling, only reason I'm rich

Throwin' up gang signs, but scared to pull a skit

Slowing me down, these chains heavy on my neck

Tryna break the dash on the Jag, I might wreck

Forever DND, unless you talkin' bout a check

It's nothin' but a nine and a loaf in my tech

Nice guy, hidin' behind screens in the house

Get a bag and do it again, I don't need no spouse

Shiestied up clutchin' fake blows, play out

If I ain't got the blick, I ain't goin' out

Johnny Dang, I'm tryna buss down my wrist

In a foreign, but she still gon' get a lyft

Can't be broke, I'm surrounded by money

He got the drop, but he still ain't gon' touch me