[Intro: Krishu]
Kman on the beat
Damn!
2300 my gang, 2300 my gang
2300 my gang, BTR hit stains
2300 my gang, 2300 my gang
Never go out sad, never go out a lame
[Pre-Hook: Krishu]
At the airbnb, bitch we smoking dope
Hoe don't hit this shit, swear it's finna make you choke
Big pints in the bag, balconies of smoke
And my brothers, they on go, I feel like the Pope
[Hook: Krishu]
I feel like the Pope, I feel like the Pope
Bitch it's Lil Krishu, diamonds wet just like a boat
I feel like the Pope, I feel like the Pope
She gon hit the dick or blunt, either way she choke
[Verse 1: Krishu]
Moving with the pack, I’m with 23
Bitch i'll never lack, even off the lean
We got lots of that, we got Cookie weed
Keep my money stacked, all i see is green
She keep texting when I’m working, I heard she a bopper
She asked me what we are, i had to ask my choppa
White bitch keep saying "homeboy's gonna get it"
Told her "shut up bitch, you not a model, you a 7"
New reverend, I’m these kids fuckin' new religion
Won’t be satisfied with Grammys, ain't my fuckin' mission
Gotta lotta racks now, bitch I’m money tripping
Got this game right from my pops, now I’m money flipping
When I’m with Trunks we smoke them Cookies, me and Fotso stuntin'
Bitch I’m never fronting, knew I'd make it cuz they love me
Lil Ro always told me i could go far
Now I’m treating foreign rides like they Go-Karts, Krishu
Kman on the beat
Damn!
2300 my gang, 2300 my gang
2300 my gang, BTR hit stains
2300 my gang, 2300 my gang
Never go out sad, never go out a lame
[Pre-Hook: Krishu]
At the airbnb, bitch we smoking dope
Hoe don't hit this shit, swear it's finna make you choke
Big pints in the bag, balconies of smoke
And my brothers, they on go, I feel like the Pope
[Hook: Krishu]
I feel like the Pope, I feel like the Pope
Bitch it's Lil Krishu, diamonds wet just like a boat
I feel like the Pope, I feel like the Pope
She gon hit the dick or blunt, either way she choke
[Verse 1: Krishu]
Moving with the pack, I’m with 23
Bitch i'll never lack, even off the lean
We got lots of that, we got Cookie weed
Keep my money stacked, all i see is green
She keep texting when I’m working, I heard she a bopper
She asked me what we are, i had to ask my choppa
White bitch keep saying "homeboy's gonna get it"
Told her "shut up bitch, you not a model, you a 7"
New reverend, I’m these kids fuckin' new religion
Won’t be satisfied with Grammys, ain't my fuckin' mission
Gotta lotta racks now, bitch I’m money tripping
Got this game right from my pops, now I’m money flipping
When I’m with Trunks we smoke them Cookies, me and Fotso stuntin'
Bitch I’m never fronting, knew I'd make it cuz they love me
Lil Ro always told me i could go far
Now I’m treating foreign rides like they Go-Karts, Krishu
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