Lord Lord Lord CyHi (Ft. K CAMP)

[Chorus: K Camp]
Lord Lord Lord, I cannot tell if they playing
This life too crazy, I swear it's insane
Look at my wrist, you can tell I ain't got time
Look at my bitch, you can tell I ain't lie
Lord Lord Lord, I cannot tell if they playing
This life too crazy, I swear it's insane
Look at my wrist, you can tell I ain't got time
Look at my bitch, you can tell I ain't lie
Lord Lord Lord, Lord Lord Lord
Look at my wrist, you can tell I ain't got time
Look at my bitch, you can tell I ain't lie

[Verse 1: CyHi The Prynce]
Cause shawty the truth, look like somebody just shot at the coupe
I call it my Kennedy whip, I'm missing apart of my roof
My people been flashy since Africa, so pardon my roots
Choking on kush, got this rope on my neck I won't call it a noose
But I'm keeping the peace, I won't call it a truce
Glock or revolver, it don't matter cause all of 'em shoot
Been ballin' since I was a youth, I look like a starter from Duke
Lord I just wanna make a Meek Mill and menage with my blue flute
This bitch ain't from Kalamazoo
Boy it's all in the suit, roses are red, violets are blue
My money, my pistol, my diamonds are too
So bring all of the goose, rosé and all of the brew
I be reneging the space cause I got a hard time following suit