Kay Bandz & Boldy James Keys And P's
[Intro: Kay Bandz]
(Whydah don't trust them)
Look, look, ayy
[Verse 1: Kay Bandz]
We don't wear no Cartiers no more, only Audemars
I be with them king pins on the boat eating caviar
Rapping like you killing and you trapping, nigga, you a fraud
Niggas lost his shoes and his top tryna act hard
f..ck what they be saying, why you think these niggas ain't touching me?
They know I'm from the east but in the west, I'm living comfortably
Pour me up some magic juice, I don't do no bubbly
I can see these niggas rap a lot but can't finesse a G
I don't do no sneak dissing, my shooters hit your top off
Surrounded by some trappers and some killers, check my catalog
Right now niggas paying eighteen for that key of soft
Bands, baby, niggas getting rich off that-
Forgive me for my sins but my kid gotta еat
Taking risks, that's the least, couple kеys and some P's
VV's on the neck, lot of racks on the sleeve
LV on the feet, thirty grand on the teeth
[Verse 2: Boldy James]
Buddy ass got popped up in the head, it's time to drop the red
Blow a hundred through your picture window, I feel like Rockin' Reg
Hit my mans off with a twenty piece, he just got out the feds
My little bro do what I tell him to, I feel like Simon Says
Touched a buck eighty at 8AM before I climbed out the bed
My little bro just caught some frame work he finna chop his dreads
Baby girl pressure, pussy so wet it's dripping down her leg
After I cracked from the back make her put her legs back behind her head
Heavy weight but I don't body build, paid a nickel just to lock it in
Get a nigga gone if I drop a ten, hair trigger like a bobby pin
Pressin' shit like I'm Rodmans, pull up on 'em just to block 'em in
Real life, I cannot pretend
Left his chest hotter than a shot of gin
Drink thicker than a Cool-Shot
Nigga plugged in like a fuse box
Big stepping on tube socks
Man, these niggas know who really get 'em in
Schedule booked up, so many sluts I barely can fit 'em in
Shit it's either get down or get found floating in the river bend
[Outro: Kay Bandz]
We don't wear no Cartiers no more, only Audemars
I be with them king pins on the boat eating caviar
Rapping like you killing and you trapping, nigga, you a fraud
Niggas lost his shoes and his top tryna act hard
f..ck what they be saying, why you think these niggas ain't touching me?
They know I'm from the east but on the west, I'm living comfortably
Pour me up some magic juice, I don't do no bubbly
I can see these niggas rap a lot but can't finesse a G
