Kuzi Keyshon Williams (Ft. 916frosty)

[Chorus: Keyshon Williams]
Yeah, movin' through the street, makin' heat, and raising hell
I can't go to jail, I'm too pretty for a cell
Homies on the block rollin' deep, we got a deal
Never run to thots, only runnin' up a bill
We be on the keys, making beats and doin' deals
House up on the hills, tryna sound like Uncle Phil
I might dick her down if I know that she for real
But I can't fuck with thots, no, I can't fuck with thots (Thots)

[Verse 1: Keyshon Williams]
Silver on the drop, might just cop another watch (Woah)
Niggas never stop, still complaining 'cause they not us ('Cause they not us)
Fuck a nine to five, bitch, you know it's rich or die (Rich or die)
I don't feel alive, I just roll it up and light (Light)
Yeah, I'm more aligned and more refined (Refined)
Stuck on your block, going in, going off, going high
I'm getting nice
Look at these niggas, they can't even rhyme
21, living and getting it right
Twisting the tip, hit a spliff, getting high
Shit been dipping and whip on a dime
Memories chilling and filling my mind
Only thing I really know is a mic
And tripping and slipping right into a vibe, tight
Welcome to my side, I'm with a fly guy
We going prime time
We growing, we getting high, like, yeah