Kia Boy Lyrics

Hey, this beat sounds very cynical to me

I don't think a lot of good things are gonna come out of this one

Don't ask me how my day's been, I don't wanna lie

Cause the truth is, I'm just sad and fried

On a daily basis, the things men hide

I could walk by a baddie at the gym, I ain't sayin' hi

I ain't even makin' eye contact, it's too scary

I'm the type to steal the teeth from the tooth fairy

She wanted a break up, she said I'm too overbearing

Now we're breakin' up because you stopped caring

I'ma get my own damn blimp, call me Hindenburg

I'ma crash and burn, can you at least let me hit it first

I've been rappin' ten years straight, I think I'm out of verbs

I've been thinkin' ten years straight, I ain't out of words

Consciously, that's as far as I go back, on her tit a tat

It's a picture of me kitten swimming, fuckin' cat

We were down bad for each other, let's not mention that

I told y'all I'm a boob man, but I don't mention racks

I was told it's rude to mention money at the dinner table

I make money moves when I mention money, it's a fable

Doin' everything you can't, doin' what you unable

I hit him like it's a baseball bat, but I'm using a table

I'm big as hell at this point, you should call me Ronnie Coleman

When I walk into the gym, they like, oh, that's Cole, man

I set off Lunk alarms, buddy, you informant

I know you see me in your mind causing torment

Damn, buddy, I would squash you like a bug

You can pull up in anything you want, but not a bug

You got a Volkswagen Jetta and the damn engine busts

When I met my Kia, only time I met true love

2012 car of the year, I'm a Kia boy

I'm from Virginia, I rap on beats from Detroit

I ain't gotta sound, I take your sound and make it bounce

I ain't gotta dribble balls to have to make a point

Bitch, you're gay, it's not a problem, but I'm not gay

I got road blocks ahead of me, blockin' the way

I can't wake up in the morning, I am not Sway

The way of wind and water, they call me Cole Funksway

I was told it's rude to mention money at the dinner table

I make money moves when I mention money, it's a fable

Doin' everything you can't, doin' what you unable

I hit him like it's a baseball bat, but I'm using a table

I'm big as hell at this point, you should call me Ronnie Coleman

When I walk into the gym, they like, oh, that's Cole, man

I set off Lunk alarms, buddy, you informant

I know you see me in your mind causing torment

I can hit it, no cap, with a fitted hat

I'm on the hunt for racks, but I'm sittin' down and fat

I ain't beefin' over Barbies, they bunch of brats

I'd rather go to Wingstop, get a honey garlic pack

I need 12 wings, Adam22 can fly away, he's never met me

If I'm on a jumper, I thought it's 21 Jumper but I still turned into Dead Street

A lot of y'all thought we're the same, but you can't compare to me