Kankan, iayze - One Year Later lyrics
[Kankan, iayze - One Year Later lyrics]
(Desire production) uh huh
Uh, uh, uh uh uh (No, no, no)
Uh huh hold on, uh uh (No, no, no)
Hold on, uh uh
Yeah, hold on, uh huh (No, no, no)
Yeah, uh huh (No, no, no) hold on, uh uh
Uh huh (No, no, no) hold on, uh huh (DJ OB1)
Uh uh (No, no, no)
Fast forward one year later, bitch
I'm still that nigga
I cannot fake kick it, yeah
With none of you niggas
I just left the bank, seen like six figures
Rick Owen my jeans, ain't no Hilfiger
Ayy, ridin' around with that magazine on me
Got a bad bitch, she wan' feel on me
I just spilled that Wock' all on my jeans
I'll go spend like five racks on my jeans
Now his ho, she takin' off her jeans
Oxy' and Codeine swear that's all I need
Yeah
Bad bitch she gon' get down on her knees
Bad bitch, she gon' get it all on me
Bad bitch, she gon' give it up
Might be ridin' in Bentley truck
Fuck this money, throw it up
She on Oxy', throwing up
Fuck them drugs, we pouring up
Fuck them drugs, keep pouring up, ayy
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
In a high rise on the hills
I seen like six figures
G-19 on me, it shoot at all you niggas
Fuck around and turn him to a murder victim
Fast forward one year later, bitch
I'm still that nigga heard he talkin'
I had Kankan go and kill that nigga
I know niggas hatin'
I don't feel these niggas
Keep a G-19 on me, it shoot at all you niggas
Flexin' your lil' bankroll
I'm in a foreign car, let's go
Percocet's make me slow
They like, "Iayze, you been on a roll"
Fast car, it roll
Young nigga and I been in the honor roll
Pull up, get that bag, then I'ma roll
Even when I go, I see like six figures
Just landed in the Murda
Touched down in the trenches
Heard that I got money but
That's not your business
I done ran it up, but nigga
That's not your business
Uh, uh, uh uh uh (No, no, no)
Uh huh hold on, uh uh (No, no, no)
Hold on, uh uh
Yeah, hold on, uh huh (No, no, no)
Yeah, uh huh (No, no, no) hold on, uh uh
Uh huh (No, no, no) hold on, uh huh (DJ OB1)
Uh uh (No, no, no)
Fast forward one year later, bitch
I'm still that nigga
I cannot fake kick it, yeah
With none of you niggas
I just left the bank, seen like six figures
Rick Owen my jeans, ain't no Hilfiger
Ayy, ridin' around with that magazine on me
Got a bad bitch, she wan' feel on me
I just spilled that Wock' all on my jeans
I'll go spend like five racks on my jeans
Now his ho, she takin' off her jeans
Oxy' and Codeine swear that's all I need
Yeah
Bad bitch she gon' get down on her knees
Bad bitch, she gon' get it all on me
Bad bitch, she gon' give it up
Might be ridin' in Bentley truck
Fuck this money, throw it up
She on Oxy', throwing up
Fuck them drugs, we pouring up
Fuck them drugs, keep pouring up, ayy
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
In a high rise on the hills
I seen like six figures
G-19 on me, it shoot at all you niggas
Fuck around and turn him to a murder victim
Fast forward one year later, bitch
I'm still that nigga heard he talkin'
I had Kankan go and kill that nigga
I know niggas hatin'
I don't feel these niggas
Keep a G-19 on me, it shoot at all you niggas
Flexin' your lil' bankroll
I'm in a foreign car, let's go
Percocet's make me slow
They like, "Iayze, you been on a roll"
Fast car, it roll
Young nigga and I been in the honor roll
Pull up, get that bag, then I'ma roll
Even when I go, I see like six figures
Just landed in the Murda
Touched down in the trenches
Heard that I got money but
That's not your business
I done ran it up, but nigga
That's not your business