Kanii - Pound lyrics
Kani Shorter
[Kanii - Pound lyrics]
(Love makes you sick) I’ve been
Too high off the gas
Nigga i’ve been in the clouds
He think he the king of this shit
I promise i’m taking your crown
Im not brought up off the gram, I promise
I’m brought by the pound
Nigga wan’ talk on the gang
I promise we gunnin’ him down (On God)
‘Member when them kids was just talking shit
But now I make more than they pops
Ain’t that ‘bout a bitch
Yeah that pussy, he gone fold
Can’t fuck with that bitch (Nah)
But I’m a demon in my mode
I’m boutta bust my stick (Yeah)
Fuck nigga won’t chop it up
Promise I’mma shoot ‘em down
Pressure on my stick, pop inside, hit ‘em
It won’t make a sound
Choppa it’s gone leave him in his coffin
Make his momma frown
My name is Kanii, it’s not Kani, speak right
I’m spazzing out
Ugh, I had to spazz for thе minute
I see that car, I bought, you rented
I’m in thе whip, can’t see me, tinted
I’m up in that, the fuck is this
I don’t even know
Count my racks, I count my dough
I’m too up, I got like four
I got four hoes in my bedroom
She want me to feel up on her thighs
But ain’t no leg room
Ugh, fuck bout the he say, she say
Bitch I’ve been him
Ugh, you talkin’ bout they but
Bitch I been him
I’m up in that huuuagh, the fuck
I’m up in that huuuagh, damn
I just went too high, bitch, like Peter Pan
Ugh, talkin’ bout yo lil boyfriend I
Don’t care ‘bout your man
I don’t give a fuck ‘bout that nigga, I swear
Fuck him kanii better
Gang
Too high off the gas
Nigga i’ve been in the clouds
He think he the king of this shit
I promise i’m taking your crown
Im not brought up off the gram, I promise
I’m brought by the pound
Nigga wan’ talk on the gang
I promise we gunnin’ him down (On God)
‘Member when them kids was just talking shit
But now I make more than they pops
Ain’t that ‘bout a bitch
Yeah that pussy, he gone fold
Can’t fuck with that bitch (Nah)
But I’m a demon in my mode
I’m boutta bust my stick (Yeah)
Fuck nigga won’t chop it up
Promise I’mma shoot ‘em down
Pressure on my stick, pop inside, hit ‘em
It won’t make a sound
Choppa it’s gone leave him in his coffin
Make his momma frown
My name is Kanii, it’s not Kani, speak right
I’m spazzing out
Ugh, I had to spazz for thе minute
I see that car, I bought, you rented
I’m in thе whip, can’t see me, tinted
I’m up in that, the fuck is this
I don’t even know
Count my racks, I count my dough
I’m too up, I got like four
I got four hoes in my bedroom
She want me to feel up on her thighs
But ain’t no leg room
Ugh, fuck bout the he say, she say
Bitch I’ve been him
Ugh, you talkin’ bout they but
Bitch I been him
I’m up in that huuuagh, the fuck
I’m up in that huuuagh, damn
I just went too high, bitch, like Peter Pan
Ugh, talkin’ bout yo lil boyfriend I
Don’t care ‘bout your man
I don’t give a fuck ‘bout that nigga, I swear
Fuck him kanii better
Gang