KINDA KLEPTO Yvncc

[Intro]
Yeah
Bitches doin' too much for these milligrams, uh
Are you okay, DJ?

[Verse 1]
Bitches doin' too much for these milligrams (Uh)
I wan' scrap, I been givin' out too many hands (Uh)
Had enough of they yappin' 'bout they got bands
I flip a ho quick, parallelograms
Swear that I be smackin' and packin' 'bout action (Ayy)
Come on, get shit cracking and them fuckers ain't got fractions
Lil' cuzzo not lackin', cuh just bringing in them rackies
Step up like "What's happenin'?" Cuh, I ain't do just rappin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Chorus]
Fuck— Fuck— Fuckers lookin' at me, I'ma smack 'em up (Fuck)
I ain't playin' 'bout that shit, do it for fun though
Fuckers lookin' at me, I'ma smack 'em up (Ah)
I ain't playin' 'bout that shit, do it for fun though

[Verse 2]
Bi-bi-bi-bitches ain't do nothin', I don't know why they talkin' (Woo)
Man, I ain't know who was back there, they was stalkin' (Ah-haha)
Say you was lookin' for them goodies, well, I got them (Yeah)
Yeah, it's some dirty shit helpin' out my pockets (Ye')
The rest of them ain't know shit 'bout that (Ain't doin' nothin')
We talkin' trappin', you could keep the all-black (All-black)
Touchin' on my dollars, I ain't havin' that (Nuh-uh)
Touchin' on my dollars, I ain't havin' that (Ayy)
I be too geeked and wan' sneak on them cheek (Woo)
See them all on me and I leave six deep (Yeah)
I ain't fuck with them because all them ho beat
And I could do a fancy without spikes on my feet
I get tired of these bitches, I ain't keepin' none of them
Just lookin' for a hitter, can't get that shit again
Players creepin' on lil' cuzzo for them damns dividends
Keep it rollin' 'round there and you'll get it in (Ayy, ayy, ayy)