Always Kota the Friend (Ft. Braxton Cook & KYLE)

[Intro: Kota the Friend]
Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up
Get yo' cash up, get yo' ass up, run it up
Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts
Tell 'em catch up, get yo' racks up, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Kota the Friend]
Woke up in my bag, only focused on my path
They have kicked me at my lowest
Now they hit me like my bae
Hear that birdie sing that song, ain't no kick drum but it slap
My lil' baby love me long, I got these blessings in my lap
My niggas hungry like it's Ramadan
Shooters like it's Columbine
Comin' for that Gouda like they never seen a dollar sign
Take my forty acres, got a bullet for my slaver
You could keep the fuckin' papers
Pull that trigger, bitch, you outta time
Young nigga from the East Coast, been livin' like I got a cheat code
Hittin' people with the free gang, keep three friends like Migos
See feds through peepholes, I peep game and keep on
See me runnin' to the sunset, I'ma blow this shit up like a C4
Like yeah, I got the drip
Give me a band, I'm makin' it flip
Give me a hand, we takin' a trip
My shorty a dime, got me a ten
Yes, I really lived
If I do go broke, I swear I'll still be rich
And when you haters check up on me
Know that I'ma still be this