Kid Trunks, Ski Mask the Slump God, Robb Bank$ - Invisible Klip lyrics
[Kid Trunks, Ski Mask the Slump God, Robb Bank$ - Invisible Klip lyrics]
Yuh, lil' bitch! You bitch
Gling, gling gling cris Dinero
Ayy, Phone, pick up the phone
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Huh, huh)
Bitch, I ball like Kobe (Gling, hoo)
I don't fuck with, police (Gling, you dig)
Gas so green like Yoshi (Cash, you dig)
Run to the money, like Roshe
(Bitch, gling, gling)
Yeah (Yuh) , yeah (Yuh) , yeah (Yuh) , you dig
Yeah, yeah
(Set) , yeah (Yuh) , you dig (Yuh, yuh)
Three gold rings on my Rosie (Set)
Balmain pocket full of posies (Set)
Yeah, your girlfriend wanna blow me (Set)
Phone don't call for the police (Set! Yuh)
Huh, yeah
(Yuh) , yeah (Yuh) , yeah (Yuh) , you dig
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you dig
(Water, ayy, ayy, huh)
Gold same color as roses
My pockets are Pinocchio, poking
And that's why she tryna give face
To me like a goatee
Hol' up, how do you know me?
(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up! Gling, gling)
Bitch, I ball like Kobe (yeah, bitch)
I don't fuck with police (Gling, gling! yeah)
Gas so green, like Yoshi
(yeah, gas, yeah, gas)
Run to the money, like Roshe
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Run-run-run, run-run-run, run)
Do you wanna dick, bitch, hold it (Bitch)
Runnin' on my shit, like horsie (Set)
Jewelry look so snowy (Ayy, ayy)
And your money short, just like Morty
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)
You the girl type on the lowkey (Set)
I'm the mankind, Mick Foley (Set)
Me and Andrea, we whip the Fantasia (Hoo)
You came back to sip, but you so sleep (Hoo)
Y'all niggas ain't on shit, bitch
You was on IG wit' yo' stick
Lookin' for a friend
I'll leave if you want that spliff
Nigga now might just give me my cig
Man, phone smoking Tumblr pack in the vip
Not that I ran that back in 2012
Put one in your head like a thot
When I hit, she she said pause
I sent her back like she gave you hell
(Ayy, ayy, mm)
She gon' trade me half a nut
Cummin' on her lady lumps (Pew, peW)
Made my dick to stiffen up, swallow
So she hiccing up (Woah, woah, woah)
'Bout to tell her toughen up when
I'm in that shawty's guts (Hnn)
Like to disappear, nigga, I'm stylin'
Et cetera
I am never lettin' up like tomato ketchup
Know you need to fess up, I want a Tesla
I'ma get a Tesla, numbers like professor
Make her learn a lesson, then I never mess up
(Ayy)
Bitch, I ball like Kobe (Gling, hoo)
I don't fuck with police (Gling, you dig)
Gas so green, like Yoshi (Cash, you dig)
Run to the money like Roshe
(Bitch, gling, gling)
Bitch, I ball like Kobe (Gling, hoo)
I don't fuck with police (Gling, you dig)
Gas so green, like Yoshi (Cash, you dig)
Run to the money like Roshe
(Bitch, gling, gling)
Gling, gling gling cris Dinero
Ayy, Phone, pick up the phone
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Huh, huh)
Bitch, I ball like Kobe (Gling, hoo)
I don't fuck with, police (Gling, you dig)
Gas so green like Yoshi (Cash, you dig)
Run to the money, like Roshe
(Bitch, gling, gling)
Yeah (Yuh) , yeah (Yuh) , yeah (Yuh) , you dig
Yeah, yeah
(Set) , yeah (Yuh) , you dig (Yuh, yuh)
Three gold rings on my Rosie (Set)
Balmain pocket full of posies (Set)
Yeah, your girlfriend wanna blow me (Set)
Phone don't call for the police (Set! Yuh)
Huh, yeah
(Yuh) , yeah (Yuh) , yeah (Yuh) , you dig
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you dig
(Water, ayy, ayy, huh)
Gold same color as roses
My pockets are Pinocchio, poking
And that's why she tryna give face
To me like a goatee
Hol' up, how do you know me?
(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up! Gling, gling)
Bitch, I ball like Kobe (yeah, bitch)
I don't fuck with police (Gling, gling! yeah)
Gas so green, like Yoshi
(yeah, gas, yeah, gas)
Run to the money, like Roshe
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Run-run-run, run-run-run, run)
Do you wanna dick, bitch, hold it (Bitch)
Runnin' on my shit, like horsie (Set)
Jewelry look so snowy (Ayy, ayy)
And your money short, just like Morty
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)
You the girl type on the lowkey (Set)
I'm the mankind, Mick Foley (Set)
Me and Andrea, we whip the Fantasia (Hoo)
You came back to sip, but you so sleep (Hoo)
Y'all niggas ain't on shit, bitch
You was on IG wit' yo' stick
Lookin' for a friend
I'll leave if you want that spliff
Nigga now might just give me my cig
Man, phone smoking Tumblr pack in the vip
Not that I ran that back in 2012
Put one in your head like a thot
When I hit, she she said pause
I sent her back like she gave you hell
(Ayy, ayy, mm)
She gon' trade me half a nut
Cummin' on her lady lumps (Pew, peW)
Made my dick to stiffen up, swallow
So she hiccing up (Woah, woah, woah)
'Bout to tell her toughen up when
I'm in that shawty's guts (Hnn)
Like to disappear, nigga, I'm stylin'
Et cetera
I am never lettin' up like tomato ketchup
Know you need to fess up, I want a Tesla
I'ma get a Tesla, numbers like professor
Make her learn a lesson, then I never mess up
(Ayy)
Bitch, I ball like Kobe (Gling, hoo)
I don't fuck with police (Gling, you dig)
Gas so green, like Yoshi (Cash, you dig)
Run to the money like Roshe
(Bitch, gling, gling)
Bitch, I ball like Kobe (Gling, hoo)
I don't fuck with police (Gling, you dig)
Gas so green, like Yoshi (Cash, you dig)
Run to the money like Roshe
(Bitch, gling, gling)