KB FREESTYLE Lyrics

You...

You...

Think you up on me, whole time I'm up on you...

Think you up on me, whole time I'm up on you...

Think you up on me, whole time I'm up on you...

Think you up on me, whole time I'm up on you...

Think you up on me, whole time I'm up on you...

Think you up on me, whole time I'm up on you...

Walked in with tools, drank, and racks no wonder these niggas staring

Bitch said i'm rude and I said nah, it's just this fit I'm wearing

These niggas be fake beefing for the net, moving like Tom n Jerry

Im in a room, full of clouds, smoking on Kapow Berries

Don't show me love when I'm gone, that shit be so out dated

You hit that lick with me, I best not see you moving shaky

They moving funny with they money, I'm gon have to take it

Count this money fast- Count this money fast and break it

I'm nonchalant when shooting dice, I gotta poker face it

Put trust in nobody but God cause I'm so Rich & Jaded

Gucci slides I'm running barefoot if the cops is chasing me

My brother know I put em on so he don't mind tracing me

Everybody wanna be the star, don't wanna shine as family

Codeine cup its to the brim and that shit red like sexy

Every time I'm on the track like I got nun to lose

Think you up on me whole time I'm up on you

You...

You...

Man these niggas stupid

Think you up on me, whole time I'm up on you...

Think you up on me, whole time I'm up on you...

Think you up on me, whole time I'm up on you...

Think you up on me, whole time I'm up on you...

Think you up on me, whole time I'm up on you...

Think you up on me, whole time I'm up on you...