Kobe Gunna

[Intro]
Yeah, uh, yeah
We ballin, ba-ballin' on these niggas
(Run that back, Turbo)
Shot-shot callin' on these niggas

[Chorus]
A lot of niggas owe me, ballin' just like Kobe
I just dropped twenty four racks on my wrist
Paintings in the condo custom made by Cosey (Yeah)
Versace address, I dress up the crib
Out the jet my life private, can’t see how I live
Why you always flodgin'? That’s how niggas get killed
Young Derek Jeter, I been in the field
She only fuckin' me 'cause I pay her bills

[Verse 1]
Uh, pretty bitch with taste, I might eat hеr face (Oh)
Kiss below my waist, uh (Uh)
I been bankin' with Chase and I got two safеs
Drive like Triple A, uh
Freaky deeky hoes, nice expensive clothes
Pockets full of dough, I’ma dough boy
I speed at the Lowes, Rolex yellow gold
I want rose gold on a Rolls Royce
I can’t even lie, I been gettin' paid
All this hi-tec and wockhardt on my back
Shoppin' out of town, I got [?]
Valentino and some Jeffery bags
I like it, I buy it, not checkin' the tag
I fly to Dubai with a [?]
A lot don’t get to make it, I gotta last
Get you one good run, ain’t no second chance