Kiosk

Lyrics

[Intro] Are you in the mafia? Am I in the what? [Chorus] Color racks like a peacock, we don't sip rerock (Naw) Twenty-five hundred-dollar Loubs, not no Reeboks Shit talkin' back and forth with brodie on the kiosk Niggas lookin' good for the appeal, he'd be out Shoutout to the hoes, let me fuck the first night (What up, though?) Suck a nigga dick, she ain't tryna be my wife (Mwah) It cost to be the boss, so a nigga paid the price (Yeah) I ain't catchin' no feelings, I'm too busy catchin' flights [Verse 1] Work gettin' sold, drank gettin' poured (Yeah) Lies gettin' told, bad bitches gettin' hoed Push up to the party, whole team gettin' chose Bitches gettin' Rose, we don't drink that, it's color hoes [Chorus] Color racks like a peacock, we don't sip rerock Twenty-five hundred-dollar Loubs, not no Reeboks Shit talkin' back and forth with brodie on the kiosk Niggas lookin' good for the appeal, he'd be out Shoutout to the hoes, let me fuck the first night Suck a nigga dick, she ain't tryna be my wife It cost to be the boss, so a nigga paid the price I ain't catchin' no feelings, I'm too busy catchin' flights [Verse 2] Shoutout to the hoes let me fuck but got a nigga (Yeah) Fuck a freaky bitch from the back with the pistol (Baow) Nigga mouth flowin', we gon' throw him in the river Rose-gold kit, lil' bitch, this ain't no silver I ain't catchin' no feelings, I'm too busy catchin' flights I ain't buyin' hoes bags, I'm too busy buyin' pints (Strapped) Safety always first, strapped up like a dyke What would you do with Damedot for a night? (What would you do?) What she gon' do when I hit her with the pipe? She not gon' wanna leave, she gon' try to spend the night (Naw) What he gon' do if he make me up the pipe? Shit, but be lookin' dumb in the afterlife We ridin' all black, three or four yaps Opps gettin' whacked, topside gettin' smacked Rosa Parks section, hit the club in the back (Way in the back) Eastside winnin', lil' nigga, that's a fact [Chorus] Color racks like a peacock, we don't sip rerock Twenty-five hundred-dollar Loubs, not no Reeboks Shit talkin' back and forth with brodie on the kiosk Niggas lookin' good for the appeal, he'd be out (Yeah) Shoutout to the hoes, let me fuck the first night Suck a nigga dick, she ain't tryna be my wife (Uh-uh) It cost to be the boss, so a nigga paid the price I ain't catchin' no feelings, I'm too busy catchin' flights