Kuzma Lyrics

Ah, here we are, class. Take a look at Mars

Oh, Mars

It's the league, nigga

It's the summer, I feel Like Kuzma, I'm the MVP

I'm a League Player, and yo bitch want to PTP

Jumped off the porch at 14, it was me and Dee

Want a overnight, hell naw, you can't sleep with Skeet

Dawg was on that tough shit, now he on a tee

I'm a real trench, baby, like RTB

You wanna make racks every week, come sign to me

Fan want an autograph, let me sign the sneaks

She got a whole lot of ass, finna let me see

Today I'm off the Dior, but I ain't do the tee

Walk around the crib with her son, I'm just in my briefs

Fucked up off all these drugs, I can't even think

I know these people wish they Skeet

Piss me off, you gon' make me go grab 2-3

Thinkin' bout hitting the road, I'm gone for a week

We can go rack for rack, since you wanna see

Bitch thinkin' that I love her, I just wanna freak

Bitch thinkin' that I love her, she just for the streets

You mad that I touched her? She just wants the D

Catch a flight to the Yams, now I'm on the beach

Oh, you ain't know who I am? Now you finna see

Jump back in that mode, tryna touch a B

30 on me, feelin' just like Curry be

Talkin' bout your nigga who? But he don't worry me

Talkin' bout your nigga who? But won't kill a bee

I know a nigga fucked up, said he a sniff of P

Heard you out here fucked up, you can't even stack a G

Boy, you need good luck, cause you can't fuck with me

And I roll with baby 19, it's stuck with me

Bitch wanna fuck, nah, I don't want no company

But I'll take you out to eat, come get lunch with me

Or, you can sell that motherfucker and get the fronts for me

Heard there's money on your head, bro, love' blood money

Put a 60 on it, you can't run from it

If you know, then you know, bitch, I love Drummond'

If you try to get off, then the thugs comin'