Kobe 06 Lyrics

I had to run up the bitch

I had to run up the trips

I had to run up the chips

Feel like I'm Kobe 06

50 on 50 lil bitch

I had to stack up the kicks

Beyblade let it rip

AK got the stick

AK get the mop

Whip came without a top

Cop the shit fore it drop

Got the shit fore it stock

Keeping it simple

But I got on diamonds & crystals

Writing it all on a scripture

Bitches they taking my picture

Sending it back to they sister

Said I'm not feeling the mixture

Christian Dior on my zipper

She giving me top til her chin hurt

I'mma be back in the winter

Printing the fax like a printer

Then I'm finna dismiss her

Don't bring that bitch back If you kissed her

I'm all in her back inna Benz truck

She pushing me back said her ribs hurt

Copped me a bag feeling richer

Look at my bitch she got thicker

Aye woah

Look at my bitch woah

Aye woah

Look at my bitch woah

Almost crashed in the crib

Did the dash with the whip

Got the mag in a kit

Bitch bad her name Britt

Issa pass to assist

Yea my niggas don't miss

White Stone with the swish

I had to run up the bitch

I had to run up the trips

I had to run up the chips

Feel like I'm Kobe 06

50 on 50 lil bitch

I had to stack up the kicks

Beyblade let it rip

AK got the stick