Doe Boy - KARDASHIANS (feat. Lil Yachty, Luh Tyler) lyrics

(ATL Jacob, he a fuckin' millionaire)

First off
They need to free BG up out that slammer
(Free BG) they think I'm sweet 'cause I
Don't tote guns on camera (Brrt, brrt)
I run through pints, I pour up fours in Fanta
(I pour up fours)
(Pour up fours, I pour up fours
Pour up fours)
I get all my drugs from the same nigga
Know that it's clean (Bee)
This a real Tesla
I don't pop no five dollar bean (Bee)
My dawg hop out and get to sprayin'
Like he shot me the green
(Brrt, yeah, brrt, hey)
Shit ain't what it seems, dawg, I mean it
(Dawg, I mean it)
Niggas is not authentic, dawg, I seen it
(Niggas not authentic, huh)
She go the extra mile just for my penis
(She go the extra mile, okay)
All I hang around is baby demons, yeah
Why these bitches tryna trap me? I'ma
Just go and sеll the semen
(Lеt's go, let's get it)
Almost thirty, damn near touched sixty Ms
(Damn, okay)
Bitch, you ain't fly, all them outfit's Skims
(Shit, okay)
That bandana burgundy 'cause of brims
Free D Santi out that cell
Know Bird Gang miss him (Slatt, blrrd)

You ain't fly, that ain't Chanel, bitch
You go shop on Skims (Fool)
Don't knock you 'cause you shop
At Skims, but bitch
Don't act like you trimm
(Fool, trimm, trimm)
Feel like Kylie, Kris, Khloe, yeah
I got Ks like I'm Kim i-I'm from Cleveland
I told Tristian put me on with Kendall
(Oh, really? Come here, baby) real nigga
Said he came 'cause he fuck with her nigga
Dunk on an opp like Ben Simmons when
I come through and spin 'em
(Rrah baow baow baow)
Slime 'em out, bitch, I
Been thuggin', pull up, dump out the window
(Slatt, slatt)
My oppers sweet, bitch, I don't feel 'em
I sleep on Gucci pillow (Pussy)
Pull up shootin', think I won't, but bitch
I will like I'm Willow
Fresh-ass prince, RIP lil' Will
I told that bitch to bend over
(Come here, baby)
Hard to walk, my pockets heavy
I fuck 'round and tip over
Chose they side, but he wasn't ready
Switchy made him switch over (Switchy)
Finesse, don't know a nigga colder
All I do is get over (Let's go)
My ice cold like Minnesota
Stack my racks to my shoulder (Racks, racks)
Opp shoppin', gun you down in public
Clap you at Kroger (Oh, really?)
Told that lil' bitch just come over
Just might cop you a Rover
(Mwah, come here, baby) if she block me
Pour the Wocky in the pineapple soda (Wocky)
You gon' cry inside this Bentley
Or that broke nigga's shoulder?
Not like Joe Burrow, not from Cinci, bitch
Knowles Ave where I post up (Bop, bop, bop)
Took her and her friends out on
A trip, I told Yachty, "Pull that boat up"
(Skeet)

In here rappin' 'bout a ten ball, boy
That shit ain't nothin'
(That shit ain't nothin')
All my haters, I can't stand y'all
Y'all gotta stop that bluffin'
(Boy, stop that bluffin')
Ayy, if it ain't 'bout them bands, dawg
Then it ain't no discussion (No discussion)
She so damn thick, can't get her pants off
My bitch got that muffin
(She got that muffin, uh)
She can't even get them
Britches off, my bitch, she too thick
(She too thick)
I done ran up so much digit's, dawg
I think I'm too rich
(Bitch, I'm too rich, yeah)
I swear, I got so many bitches
I can't even pick (I can't even pick)
If we locked in, ain't no switchin'
Dawg, bitch, you gotta stick, yeah
(You gotta stick, nigga) yeah, bitch
I get up on that mic and
Make this shit look easy
(Make this shit look easy)
Ballin' on these niggas just like Mike
They need to twenty-three me
(Boy, twenty-three me)
Niggas steady tryna steal my flow
I think they wanna be me (They tryna be me)
I done ran up so much fuckin' dough
I kinda feel like Beezy (Oh, really?)
Diamonds skiing on my chain
I swear this shit look like a blizzard
(This shit a blizzard, nigga)
My lil' nigga, he insane
He like to poof shit like a wizard
(Poof, poof) she make me mad, I'm quick
To cut a bitch off, like go get the scissors
(Go get the scissors)
Bro, don't tell my bitch
But, I low-key be fuckin' with her sister
(Huh?)

(Last name Hendrix, whatever I do)