Duwap Kaine - You lyrics
[Duwap Kaine - You lyrics]
Swvsh on the Beat
Ni-niggas wanna kick shit, like I kick shit
Ni-niggas wanna lick shit, like I lick shit
Free all my niggas, and free Pimp bitch
All you niggas talkin shit
Yea we on some simp shit
Tw-two cops codeine what I sip bitch
When I walk with the squad we
Gon' see a limp bitch
Shoot a shoot with that Glock
No he don't film shit
Ridin' through my hood he gon' need a pass
Ridin' through the highway
Leave it smelling like gas
See the diamonds on my wrist
Look like a iPhone flash
In the dash, I know all ya'll niggas mad
Countin' up all of the cash
Making these plays like
Run up on me then you dumb
Hundred round in a hundred round drum
With my gang they don't go for nun
Smokin' on gas it's all in my lung
Stars on my roof, no it's not night
Sippin' on lean so I'm feeling alright
Sippin' on lean no ice
Rings on my finger no I don't got no wife
I got a 30 no I don't wanna fight
Flexin' yo bitch I might
Diamonds look like a night-light
Look at the cash it's all in my eye sight
How you bring a knife to a gun fight?
That was too cold that I might get frostbite
With my bloods toting right
Off of the lean goodnight
High as a kite, yo mind a flight
I be with Sito
Look at my choppa it was the same night
She say I'm nice, but I'm not polite
Choppa blow like a dynomite
With the gang we gon unite
Niggas flexing off some IG likes
Whippin that shit I'ma
Hoes on my phone, but I don't respond
Road runnin' lil bitch it's a marathon
All ya bitches like a nail salon
That bitch like me cause I'm cool
And we rock out with them tools
That nigga dropped out of school
Fuck class and fuck you too
Fuck hoes I'm not runnin' to you
Get a bag then I'ma have it with you
Niggas be broke they don't have an excuse
Laughing at 12 like I'm faster than you
Smokin' on gas I won't pass it too you
You know me boy I don't know you
I'm with the guys, I'm with the crew
Countin' up cake and the icing blue
Young nigga still rockin' True Religion
Too myself I stand true
Cause I wake up and I know I'm that dude
Flashy lil nigga, pull up in the coup
Winter break
Rappin' yo bitch I be getting to you
All my young niggas gon shoot
Nobody shooting for you niggas hating on me
But I didn't do this too you
Niggas saying that I'm broke
But you know that it's you
Niggas be broke on the low
Why would I hate on you
Ni-niggas wanna kick shit, like I kick shit
Ni-niggas wanna lick shit, like I lick shit
Free all my niggas, and free Pimp bitch
All you niggas talkin shit
Yea we on some simp shit
Tw-two cops codeine what I sip bitch
When I walk with the squad we
Gon' see a limp bitch
Shoot a shoot with that Glock
No he don't film shit
Ridin' through my hood he gon' need a pass
Ridin' through the highway
Leave it smelling like gas
See the diamonds on my wrist
Look like a iPhone flash
In the dash, I know all ya'll niggas mad
Countin' up all of the cash
Making these plays like
Run up on me then you dumb
Hundred round in a hundred round drum
With my gang they don't go for nun
Smokin' on gas it's all in my lung
Stars on my roof, no it's not night
Sippin' on lean so I'm feeling alright
Sippin' on lean no ice
Rings on my finger no I don't got no wife
I got a 30 no I don't wanna fight
Flexin' yo bitch I might
Diamonds look like a night-light
Look at the cash it's all in my eye sight
How you bring a knife to a gun fight?
That was too cold that I might get frostbite
With my bloods toting right
Off of the lean goodnight
High as a kite, yo mind a flight
I be with Sito
Look at my choppa it was the same night
She say I'm nice, but I'm not polite
Choppa blow like a dynomite
With the gang we gon unite
Niggas flexing off some IG likes
Whippin that shit I'ma
Hoes on my phone, but I don't respond
Road runnin' lil bitch it's a marathon
All ya bitches like a nail salon
That bitch like me cause I'm cool
And we rock out with them tools
That nigga dropped out of school
Fuck class and fuck you too
Fuck hoes I'm not runnin' to you
Get a bag then I'ma have it with you
Niggas be broke they don't have an excuse
Laughing at 12 like I'm faster than you
Smokin' on gas I won't pass it too you
You know me boy I don't know you
I'm with the guys, I'm with the crew
Countin' up cake and the icing blue
Young nigga still rockin' True Religion
Too myself I stand true
Cause I wake up and I know I'm that dude
Flashy lil nigga, pull up in the coup
Winter break
Rappin' yo bitch I be getting to you
All my young niggas gon shoot
Nobody shooting for you niggas hating on me
But I didn't do this too you
Niggas saying that I'm broke
But you know that it's you
Niggas be broke on the low
Why would I hate on you