Ball Like I’m Kawhi In Milwaukee

Lyrics
[Intro] (Guapo, slime 'em) Go, woah, ayy Ayy, yeah, ayy-ayy Ayy, go [Verse 1] I got hella bands in the coupe I was just in that Mulsanne, ridin' insane Bitch, give me that roof Shorty gon' lick it up, yeah, she givin' dumb brain I can't believe that I evolved, my style, it started a motion I get on the drink and then talk to the mic, everything with emotion Feel like I'm really in my pri-i-ime Baby, who the fuck is you? Not mine I don't know why bitches love to lie Me and the gang, we poppin' shit like it's Fourth of July And I feel like Kawhi, way I step back My shooters, they gon' shoot right at your head, like where his brains at? All up on the fucking concrete Leave you dead and flee the scene just like a fucking track meet [Verse 2] To the money, I'm stuck like glue Told my bitch, "I'm done with you" I fell in love with BOA so baby we fucking through I fell in love with money, I sit back and thumb it through She say, "How you do it?" Say I'm countin' hunnids, boo Baby pull up, I'm in LA for the week I'ma call up Bhristo, I'm like, "Say gang, what's the leak?" Roll the windows down, we blowin' ZaZa, bitch, it stink And baby I'm sippin' on Hi-Tech, I'm from planet pink And I'm drivin' that AMG on the highway in the street Bitch, get out the way, I ain't fucking around, this shit not cheap We won't leave a trace, can't get no blood up on the seats Mike Tyson on that pussy, I got blood all on the sheets But baby, calm down, you can't get too loud I think the feds tappin' my phone, they on my iCloud I think this bitch gettin' too close, she actin' real wild I cut her off, don't want you, bitch, I'm with your friend now I wanna be talkin' all about the money, bitch, is we on the same thing? I fuck with you genuinely but you with me for the fame thing This choppa sing like Chief Keef how it go bang, bang I'm sippin Akorn out the pint, still on the same thing [Outro] Bitch, what I'm sippin on? What I'm sippin on? Yeah, bitch, what I'm sippin on? Bitch, um, uh Bitch, tell me what I'm sippin on Ha, yeah Uh, uh Uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, fasho
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Credits
- Writers
- Dom Corleo