Kia Boyz

Lyrics

[Intro] Oo shit that's a Danny g beat Damn, JakeSand [Verse 1: TrDee] I'm certified check my resume I pull up shooting Desmond bane i don't hesitate Shit I might levitate I'm so fucking high You ain't got no money your bitch cheating and you wonder why Driving like a Kia boy I put the whip in sports mode Gotta watch your mans make sure your back door closed All I think about is how to get some more pros Plug overseas so sometimes we talk in Morse code Threw the neck and took my energy just like a spirit bomb It piss me off when a nigga get my lyrics wrong No I do not workout but what I'm smoking super strong Bad brown skin bitch look likе Nia Long Looking like I sell weight probably why my namе holy I just had a talk with god he said you really goated You gone end up like Tony Stark tryna be heroic They don't know I had my glockie I don't even show it [Verse 2: Certified Trapper] Bitch I came up off of nothing I was really broke If you sneak dissing I'm gon get you right before your show Real street nigga TRX riding Fetty bows Bitch you already know I'm on that time get stepped on Knock every head down up in Cudahy Same [ ] nigga and [ ] Not to mention [] heads on the corner But wait you name it I fucking got it 12 Gs a ID in my fucking pocket If you reach for my chain Imma fucking pop you [ ] Green then I fucking got you Bitch I could fit a light 40 in my fucking pocket [Verse 3: Mariboy Mula Mar] Yup yup yup yup I got plenty fucking bows nigga is you tryna shop These phones banging cramming heads lining down yo block And the way I drive the foreign I'm gon need some new shocks I just made 20 in some crocs All these fucking [] on me all these damn knots Hypebeast what I wear ain't in stock Don't be flashing that lil shit boy I know that's all you got I got the switchy in this bitch it's going down like I'm Joc I got runtz cookies [] [] back now he a shitty boy I just bought bitch a ass and three chains I ain't no tity boi Not a play in Indiana I'm passing through Illinois All these jacks in here bing bing like they Floyd My neighbor say the srt make too much fucking noise I ain't talking peezy nem when I say I'm with the boyz The Prada or the [mari] man I can't make a choice [Verse 4: TrDee] I'm certified check my resume I pull up shooting Desmond bane i don't hesitate Shit I might levitate I'm so fucking high You ain't got no money your bitch cheating and you wonder why Driving like a Kia boy I put the whip in sports mode Gotta watch your mans make sure your back door closed All I think about is how to get some more pros Plug overseas so sometimes we talk in Morse code