Kookout 2gaudy
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[Chorus]
Shorty, we gon' have a kickback
Me and my gang, we gon' ride out
Don't hit on me, why'd you say that?
Like a candle you get snuffed out
And I'm used to ridin' in Maybachs
But I'd rather whip a Honda right now
We riding the Jeep with the doors up
Like a school lunch, you get thrown out
Shorty, we gon' have a kickback
Me and my gang, we gon' ride out
Don't hit on me, why'd you say that?
Like a candle you get snuffed out
And I'm used to ridin' in Maybachs
But I'd rather whip a Honda right now
We riding the Jeep with the doors up
Like a school lunch, you get thrown out
[Verse]
Niggas always stealing my glam
Niggas stealing my shine, but my watch two-tone now
Your career like an Expo marker, write a few lines then your whole thing dried out
Said a few words, left her in the past
Hopped into the Mase', and hit the gas
Only love two things, my friend and flask
She broke my heart, she called me trash
Ha, just kiddin'
Fuck that ho and I pet on her kitten
She wanna run it up, I had my double cup
Forty niggas I put in submission (Yeah, yeah)
Might shoot to double up, I had my money up
Making money that's the only mission (Yeah, yeah)
Chasing the bag, my car had a collision
Gucci on my tag, bitch get out my mention (Yeah)
Shorty, we gon' have a kickback
Me and my gang, we gon' ride out
Don't hit on me, why'd you say that?
Like a candle you get snuffed out
And I'm used to ridin' in Maybachs
But I'd rather whip a Honda right now
We riding the Jeep with the doors up
Like a school lunch, you get thrown out
Shorty, we gon' have a kickback
Me and my gang, we gon' ride out
Don't hit on me, why'd you say that?
Like a candle you get snuffed out
And I'm used to ridin' in Maybachs
But I'd rather whip a Honda right now
We riding the Jeep with the doors up
Like a school lunch, you get thrown out
[Verse]
Niggas always stealing my glam
Niggas stealing my shine, but my watch two-tone now
Your career like an Expo marker, write a few lines then your whole thing dried out
Said a few words, left her in the past
Hopped into the Mase', and hit the gas
Only love two things, my friend and flask
She broke my heart, she called me trash
Ha, just kiddin'
Fuck that ho and I pet on her kitten
She wanna run it up, I had my double cup
Forty niggas I put in submission (Yeah, yeah)
Might shoot to double up, I had my money up
Making money that's the only mission (Yeah, yeah)
Chasing the bag, my car had a collision
Gucci on my tag, bitch get out my mention (Yeah)
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