Kumazis! - Mental lyrics
[Kumazis! - Mental lyrics]
I'm getting busy, fuck on a bitch, no kizzy
I get busy, I'm on the road to a million
How many bitches you got
I think at least in the millions
How many diamonds bussing up on that AP watch
I think it's in the zillions, oh oh
He said he an opp is that a red dot
It's on your head like an Indian
I said, I said, I did alot, rest my day
No, no, I do not play, we got some shooters
Send some shots today, still balling like 2K
Talk like this and your life still fake
We taking his life and I'm up, okay
Yeah, I think I woke up, I'm in LA
I swear, I thought I was Slay
The way that they on my dick
These fans be gay
Sending me all of this hate
But you still watching my page, ZZZZ
I'd get you stepped on a stage
I get you slept for a wagе
Fuck out of my way
I'm fucking this bitch and she stained
She want my chips, shе want Frito-Lay, okay
I'ma still vibe cause I chose sides
I got my vibes from fellies
Keep my tears with pennies
Pussies side with fairies
I got five Chanelies, I sold five already
I'm outside with finer bitches
I sleep in with vibes and riches
FNs my side, rising missiles
Look in my eyes, despise a pistol
Living like me, this shit is all mental, yeah
Draco gone blow off his mental
I got like five sins on my mental
All of this lean, it drive my mental
Send shots to mentals
Why that boy thinking we locked in
No no no no
I see that cap, and you copped in
Ha ha ha ha
We see that fake shit you rocking, uhuh
It's fifty K when I walk in, uhuh
No we not stopping
I get busy, I'm on the road to a million
How many bitches you got
I think at least in the millions
How many diamonds bussing up on that AP watch
I think it's in the zillions, oh oh
He said he an opp is that a red dot
It's on your head like an Indian
I said, I said, I did alot, rest my day
No, no, I do not play, we got some shooters
Send some shots today, still balling like 2K
Talk like this and your life still fake
We taking his life and I'm up, okay
Yeah, I think I woke up, I'm in LA
I swear, I thought I was Slay
The way that they on my dick
These fans be gay
Sending me all of this hate
But you still watching my page, ZZZZ
I'd get you stepped on a stage
I get you slept for a wagе
Fuck out of my way
I'm fucking this bitch and she stained
She want my chips, shе want Frito-Lay, okay
I'ma still vibe cause I chose sides
I got my vibes from fellies
Keep my tears with pennies
Pussies side with fairies
I got five Chanelies, I sold five already
I'm outside with finer bitches
I sleep in with vibes and riches
FNs my side, rising missiles
Look in my eyes, despise a pistol
Living like me, this shit is all mental, yeah
Draco gone blow off his mental
I got like five sins on my mental
All of this lean, it drive my mental
Send shots to mentals
Why that boy thinking we locked in
No no no no
I see that cap, and you copped in
Ha ha ha ha
We see that fake shit you rocking, uhuh
It's fifty K when I walk in, uhuh
No we not stopping