WYG Baby Kia & LAZER DIM 700
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[Intro: Baby Kia]
Ahahaha, uh
[Chorus: Baby Kia]
No way he really tried that shit, like, uh-uh, where you goin'?
Don't need procedure for this switch, I almost broke my arm
Box Chevy, bro do a Q5 and we four Glock heavy
Rock with me, jump out at the same time at the clutch and they won't stop yellin'
[Verse 1: Baby Kia]
Ah, rrah, rrah-rrah-rrah-rrah
Hide the window, fully ARP, that driver-by-by-by
He got doo-doo-doo-dropped, he cannot cry, that fire too hot
You see that G-G-G-G-Glock, you better freeze or you gon' die
Red drank, slowly fuckin' up my system, RP tablets all I eat
I'm very geeked up off this drank, they ask me what's wrong with my speech
No moissanite, go flawless diamonds, throw a dub on top my teeth
Slide in the 'Hawk, look how I'm ridin'
I'm in that Track', this ain't no Jeep
Big truck, loud stick, spinnin' with no DJ
White suit, beer bong, hop out like the KKK
Gen3, built-in, clutchin' up, no temp fade
Seventeen-inch stick, jump out, I'm swingin' just, like, what that mean?
[Chorus: Baby Kia]
No way he really tried that shit, like, uh-uh, where you goin'?
Don't need procedure for this switch, I almost broke my arm
Box Chevy, bro do a Q5 and we four Glock heavy
Rock with me, jump out at the same time at the clutch and they won't stop yellin'
Ahahaha, uh
[Chorus: Baby Kia]
No way he really tried that shit, like, uh-uh, where you goin'?
Don't need procedure for this switch, I almost broke my arm
Box Chevy, bro do a Q5 and we four Glock heavy
Rock with me, jump out at the same time at the clutch and they won't stop yellin'
[Verse 1: Baby Kia]
Ah, rrah, rrah-rrah-rrah-rrah
Hide the window, fully ARP, that driver-by-by-by
He got doo-doo-doo-dropped, he cannot cry, that fire too hot
You see that G-G-G-G-Glock, you better freeze or you gon' die
Red drank, slowly fuckin' up my system, RP tablets all I eat
I'm very geeked up off this drank, they ask me what's wrong with my speech
No moissanite, go flawless diamonds, throw a dub on top my teeth
Slide in the 'Hawk, look how I'm ridin'
I'm in that Track', this ain't no Jeep
Big truck, loud stick, spinnin' with no DJ
White suit, beer bong, hop out like the KKK
Gen3, built-in, clutchin' up, no temp fade
Seventeen-inch stick, jump out, I'm swingin' just, like, what that mean?
[Chorus: Baby Kia]
No way he really tried that shit, like, uh-uh, where you goin'?
Don't need procedure for this switch, I almost broke my arm
Box Chevy, bro do a Q5 and we four Glock heavy
Rock with me, jump out at the same time at the clutch and they won't stop yellin'
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