kansas Lyrics

WOoh

J R Young wall

Yeah

west side up

Map town down

The bag is in

The bag is in

I'm ready to move

Designer shirt

Designer jeans

It come with the shoes

I go to sleep Monday and Tuesday

I'm on a cruise

Don't look for me

Won't be able To find me

You on a goose

The trap going bananas

Born and raised in

Cleveland Ohio

Running my city like Kansas

Blasting off

Strap with the rocket

Come with the Steve Francis

I knock a bad yellow bone down

She want to be Romantic

Keep dat little scrap

Get your head buss

And if your nose bleed

Keep your head up

Thru them bad times

Yea it's mind boggling

I take da beef easy

At your neck violin

Big drums in the back

Base hitting like the 80s

Shorty mash potatoe thick

When you add a little gravy

I know I can handle it

Team full of savages

Big stepping not a act

But it's causing all yeah

I be in the studio

And I'm jus making hits

I might Uber on your bitch

If she ain't taking lyft

All this ice on my wrist

Came from a risk

I ain't never changed

I just changed up the drip

Mother fucker

I'm a tell a bitch

What she want to hear

May not be the truth

But I'm the truth

Lies a disappear

I got Prada shoes on

Cartier my frame Nigga

I be doing numbers

Then I go and get it

Changed nigga

I might get a clothes line

Just so you can hang nigga

Fucking on a white girl

She just want to bang niggas

Rockstar lifestyle

This my entertainment

Been to many places

But never been complacent

They then put me next up to bat

Just to make hits

Take a niggas shoes

Thats the only way

I take kicks

I don't fight fair Nigga

Yeah I let that Kay spit

Reload and dump

I then gave that boy a face lift

I'm dangerous nigga