Kyle Richh, Mo Kartii - Bound lyrics
[Kyle Richh, Mo Kartii - Bound lyrics]
If I miss, like (Glah-glah, boom)
I'ma send him again
Drillin' and drillin', we bend him again
When I shoot
Please don't tell me I shitted again
Like, 30's look better
We shoot 'til we miss
Too lit, don't care 'bout no bitch
I'm on the block, don't run, don't trip
Got the Glock on my hip
And I'm sendin' out six
One false move and I'm lettin' it fly
Last opp felt tough, he got put in the sky
Free all the gang that is puttin' in pain
Said, I'm lettin' it rain if
You touch one of mines, like
Shit gon' get wet if I get my Beretta
And I'm lettin' that three dates out, bitch
Uppin' that metal, I'm sendin' out seven
My lighter like Fourth of July, what?
The bitches, they love me, like
Said, we not a thing, go and jack that
I'm on your block with a mask and a dad hat
Send shots on Sev through Cash App
Nigga, these niggas be
Lil' thotty, you know I'ma tap that
She want the 'migos, the 42 better
The liquor is hittin' her māthā
I'ma puff, puff, puff, don't pass that
In spot, and he's screamin' out
Said it's KR Da G, I'm on D like McGee
Said, I'm chasin' the cheese like a lab rat
Too smacked, she done for the night
Bullets gon' hit him like Manny
I got the shh on the side of my fanny
Throwin' and throwin', I feel like Manny
Told KR, "Come big on the knockers"
Spot us a opp and a body gon' flock 'em
And I swear to my mother y'all jackin' the
These niggas be and plottin'
I sent you a drop, stop floppin'
Likin' for clothes
Why these niggas be shoppin'?
Nigga, where is your grip? Put on my suit
I swear on my mothers we'll rock him
Now I'm stirrin' the pot (Glah)
Facebook bitch, these bitches be thots
(These bitches be thots)
Niggas be why you jackin? You hot
What is not ready and a thot
Spinnin' and spinnin'
I'm spinnin' that block
Suck my dick, yeah, go for the opps
Niggas be mad 'cause they bitch on the spot
How you gon' clap for a bitch with a, like
Like bitch, make it make sense
I was outside, spin in a Benz
Bitch on the block, kick all your friends
Like this beef, I know where they sent
Shout out my shooter, he back on his trends
Sendin' some shots and I'm givin' it ten
This Kartii lil' bitch and I did it again
(This Kartii bitch)
41, bitch gang, gang, gang
I'ma send him again
Drillin' and drillin', we bend him again
When I shoot
Please don't tell me I shitted again
Like, 30's look better
We shoot 'til we miss
Too lit, don't care 'bout no bitch
I'm on the block, don't run, don't trip
Got the Glock on my hip
And I'm sendin' out six
One false move and I'm lettin' it fly
Last opp felt tough, he got put in the sky
Free all the gang that is puttin' in pain
Said, I'm lettin' it rain if
You touch one of mines, like
Shit gon' get wet if I get my Beretta
And I'm lettin' that three dates out, bitch
Uppin' that metal, I'm sendin' out seven
My lighter like Fourth of July, what?
The bitches, they love me, like
Said, we not a thing, go and jack that
I'm on your block with a mask and a dad hat
Send shots on Sev through Cash App
Nigga, these niggas be
Lil' thotty, you know I'ma tap that
She want the 'migos, the 42 better
The liquor is hittin' her māthā
I'ma puff, puff, puff, don't pass that
In spot, and he's screamin' out
Said it's KR Da G, I'm on D like McGee
Said, I'm chasin' the cheese like a lab rat
Too smacked, she done for the night
Bullets gon' hit him like Manny
I got the shh on the side of my fanny
Throwin' and throwin', I feel like Manny
Told KR, "Come big on the knockers"
Spot us a opp and a body gon' flock 'em
And I swear to my mother y'all jackin' the
These niggas be and plottin'
I sent you a drop, stop floppin'
Likin' for clothes
Why these niggas be shoppin'?
Nigga, where is your grip? Put on my suit
I swear on my mothers we'll rock him
Now I'm stirrin' the pot (Glah)
Facebook bitch, these bitches be thots
(These bitches be thots)
Niggas be why you jackin? You hot
What is not ready and a thot
Spinnin' and spinnin'
I'm spinnin' that block
Suck my dick, yeah, go for the opps
Niggas be mad 'cause they bitch on the spot
How you gon' clap for a bitch with a, like
Like bitch, make it make sense
I was outside, spin in a Benz
Bitch on the block, kick all your friends
Like this beef, I know where they sent
Shout out my shooter, he back on his trends
Sendin' some shots and I'm givin' it ten
This Kartii lil' bitch and I did it again
(This Kartii bitch)
41, bitch gang, gang, gang