[Intro]
Kilo made this
[Chorus: LBS Kee'vin]
I like 'em red, fresh out of college
She ain't finna fuck she ain't got no mileage
Off white drip, she don't need no stylist
Just got a degree, still work at [?]
Classy bitch but I like her body
Bad lil bitch, she so exotic
Scrolling on her IG, she know where to find me
But I'm tryna picture how she ride it
I met her in the club, we the only niggas in here giving out dubs
You gotta be a baller, she ain't giving out hugs
I'm a big dog, baby you ain't fucking with a scrub
Big crib on the hill, Versace on the rug
When I walk up in the building еverybody show me love
Corvеtte go "vroom," make the thot give it up
[Verse 1: LBS Kee'vin]
I'm so sick and tired of these basic hoes
They don't know how to fuck me
But I bet you do, I put you in a figure four
It look like we wrestling
Twelve on my ass, I been trapping in different clothes
You go through my messages
Why is you scrolling and looking at different hoes?
All them bitches irrelevant
I got ten bands, I'm tryna fuck right now
She want love, don't wanna cuff right now
Got one in a head tell me who wanna fight now
VIP in the club, nigga you won't pipe down
Be quiet, real G's move in silence
I find that shit real ironic
I was ducking bad boys selling narcotics
Now I pull up in a X6 big body
Niggas owe me money, better pay me by Friday
I still trap bitch, what you need? I got it
Big bank roll can't fit in my pocket
I'm the plug, chop a black belt karate
New Q8, let's fuck in the Audi
[?] if it don't make a profit
Them niggas that be killing shit, I keep 'em right beside me
[?]
Kilo made this
[Chorus: LBS Kee'vin]
I like 'em red, fresh out of college
She ain't finna fuck she ain't got no mileage
Off white drip, she don't need no stylist
Just got a degree, still work at [?]
Classy bitch but I like her body
Bad lil bitch, she so exotic
Scrolling on her IG, she know where to find me
But I'm tryna picture how she ride it
I met her in the club, we the only niggas in here giving out dubs
You gotta be a baller, she ain't giving out hugs
I'm a big dog, baby you ain't fucking with a scrub
Big crib on the hill, Versace on the rug
When I walk up in the building еverybody show me love
Corvеtte go "vroom," make the thot give it up
[Verse 1: LBS Kee'vin]
I'm so sick and tired of these basic hoes
They don't know how to fuck me
But I bet you do, I put you in a figure four
It look like we wrestling
Twelve on my ass, I been trapping in different clothes
You go through my messages
Why is you scrolling and looking at different hoes?
All them bitches irrelevant
I got ten bands, I'm tryna fuck right now
She want love, don't wanna cuff right now
Got one in a head tell me who wanna fight now
VIP in the club, nigga you won't pipe down
Be quiet, real G's move in silence
I find that shit real ironic
I was ducking bad boys selling narcotics
Now I pull up in a X6 big body
Niggas owe me money, better pay me by Friday
I still trap bitch, what you need? I got it
Big bank roll can't fit in my pocket
I'm the plug, chop a black belt karate
New Q8, let's fuck in the Audi
[?] if it don't make a profit
Them niggas that be killing shit, I keep 'em right beside me
[?]
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