End of spring

Lyrics

In the back of the black, think I made it, huh I know I could drop, but I'm playin' Halloween night, my lil' bro Super Saiyan Send me a diss, I don't know what you sayin' No, I don't know him, why he dissin' me? I'm just playin' the keys (TMS, TMS) Where are you goin'? Like, what do you mean? Tell me real quick what you tryna be I don't ever really think I'm wrong 'Kay what's good? Better sing my song I don't really wanna check my phone This shit too good, I'm just playin' along You don't gotta keep the act too strong Bae, just tell me, okay, what's wrong, girl? Tell me what you really really want, girl Promise I'll make up my wrongs, bae [Verse 1: kuru] I'm just here to play the cards right I don't really, really care if I'm okay My big bro said it's alright, so I'm really, really tryna have a fun day I gotta have these boys right outta my zone, shit fuck up my feng shui Got the club jumpin' and it's just a Monday, huh, hold up Me and Jack came through with like Issey the feet I call up on my bro and say, "Free Migo Lee" I macked the whip up in Jersey Hop out the Subi, I'm tweakin', I'm clutchin' my knee I hope this shit don't burn me I said fuck everyone that not fuckin' with me I'd say that shit like firmly We make the moves, we don't need us a referee [Verse 2: Lucy Bedroque] Swear, baby, you know I'm gon' ride for you, know that I'm 'bout it, oh yeah Swear, I'ma keep you in my pockets, you don't gotta doubt it, oh yeah Swear, shawty wan' touch on my body, I told her I'm 'bout it, oh yeah Swear, baby, I just hit the lottery, they tryna ride it, oh yeah What these pussy niggas want? I don't owe nothin' to nobody, no one Run these niggas with my gun, I'm 'bout to torch this ho, throw your ass over A motherfucker got plenty bun, backseat my Bentley in the Rover Right wrist a honeybun, my left wrist got that lil' gunda, you know that S-she got my pictures on the wall, would've thought I'm Mao Zedong Yeah, she took off her thong, yeah, she took— yeah, she took off her thong Some dirty hoes fishin' for my racks, I get 'em gone Told the bitch, "Ciao, so long," told the bitch— told the bitch, "Ciao, so long" [Verse 3: kuru] Hold up, give me a second, I'm workin' my magic I head back to the Northwest side Gotta check on my bro, 'cause my bro still draggin' I don't really, really hope he die He just goin' to Hell 'cause he doin the rattin' All this shit be like way too fried A-a-all this shit be like way too fried, fri-fri— Hold on, I just bag touched, I just passed you All these pussies want somethin' to be mad to Better catch me, you can't catch up We the best out, know that's a fact, boo I got CDG and they black shoes I just buy all this shit in a bad mood He a mini me, he a sad dude Know he mad he just got overshadowed, hold up [Chorus: kuru] In the back of the black, think I made it, huh I know I could drop, but I'm playin' Halloween night, my lil' bro Super Saiyan Send me a diss, I don't know what you sayin' No, I don't know him, why he dissin' me? I'm just playin' the keys (TMS, TMS) Where are you goin'? Like, what do you mean? Tell me real quick what you tryna be I don't ever really think I'm wrong 'Kay what's good? Better sing my song I don't really wanna check my phone This shit too good, I'm just playin' along You don't gotta keep the act too strong Bae, just tell me, okay, what's wrong, girl? Tell me what you really really want, girl Promise I'll make up my wrongs, bae