​Concord K Suave (Ft. Destroy Lonely)

[Intro]
Flansie

[Chorus: K Suave]
Pull up, I'm flexin', I'm gettin' that guap (gettin' that guap)
Fuckin' that bitch, in a office, she gave me top (yah)
I take her soul, now she lost (lost)
I light her up like a Taurus
She hop on that dick, I'm like, "welcome aboard"
This a Lambo truck, (skrr) this not a Porsche (skrr)
Smokin' on gas, (skrr) I'm smokin' on purps
You can pick me from the airport
She suck on my dick when I get bored
She say I'm rich but I act poor
Black and white hoes like Concords
Wake 'em up and make a porn
It's no tellin' at all, boy, Chris Paul
Slayed yo bitch, now, she a virgin (yeahh)
Text her friends, like, "I can't stand him"

[Verse: Destroy Lonely]
Yeah, she told her friends that she can't stand me
Yeah, I'm ridin' wit my [?], that glockie wit da beam
Yeah, dis bih don't got no flaws, so I buy her Japanese shit
She text me, yeah she trippin', told dis bih that I can't read no mo'
We gon' pop him if he breathin' wrong
Yeah, I rock Prada fleece in snow
Damn right, I don't need no hoe
I told dat bih to leave me 'lone
Yeah, top floor shit, can't come in here, lil' bitch, you need a code
Yeah, and if you gon' pull up, lil' bitch, then you don't need no clothes
Yeah, I'm cuffin' racks, I'm kneadin' those
Fye shit, bitch, I need these clothes
Okay, I cap, she top me off so good, I need dis hoe
Yeah, it's like I'm still learnin' my vowels cus all I see is 0's
Oh yeah, me and dis money so locked in you cannot free me, bro