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kollision - no point lyrics

[intro: kollision]
i know they mad, these n-ggas livid
i know they envy, i can see that sh-t so vivid

[chorus: kollision]
no point intended, i just made a quarter milly
invested in me, sh-t i worked so hard to get it
got tunnel vision, they won’t knock me off my pivot
they penny pinching, i can tell they barely getting it
i know they envy, i can see that sh-t so vivid
i’m poppin’ sh-t, i got ’em mad, these n-ggas livid
no dish detergent, they so washed up like some dishes
don’t guess they pretty, i’ma wake up and go get it

[verse 1: kollision]
came from trappin’, n-gga having like i’m scammin’
my b-tch so cl-ssy, -ss so fat don’t need no panties
the plug didn’t show no love, we ran off, he was taxin’
i f-ck her on the floor, i put racks in that mattress
and my b-tch a diva, ayy
she bad like a cheetah, ayy
and she mad i just beat her, ayy
in that p-ssy ike tina, ayy
came from whipping up tina, ayy
get you pressed like a kleenix, ayy
they dig my demeanor, hey
my b-tch got a bag, come from birkins
these ain’t tinted lil n-gga, these curtains
i ain’t f-ck with you when i was hurting
so i don’t f-ck with you when i be splurging
where the f-ck was you when i was lurking?
could’ve been doing numbers like jersey
got my feet on they neck, show no mercy
b-tch don’t tell me my shirt made in persian
sorry no, sorry no apology
she give me head like she knowledge me
i know my mama so proud of me
i am so fly like a pilot be
b-tch turned me to a savage
shoes came handcrafted
amg, 4matic

[verse 2: lil baby]
soon as i open my eyes i’m going to get it
this money keep calling
went to sleep in the trap house, woke up in a new foreign
shows coming in back to back, swear to god it feel like i’m tourin’
label keep trying to get at me, i don’t answer, i just ignore them
dripping on them n-ggas on a daily basis
givenchy laces, tom ford specs
r-e-s-p-e-c-t me, i’ma die for my respect
i’m a young og, from the streets
i been going crazy in givenchy, i been poppin’
yesterday we had a full shoot out in the ‘partments
the police say they know what i be doing, they can’t stop it
i told ’em i’m a rapper, ain’t no trappin’, i’m an artist
hundred racks stuffed inside these balmain denims
screaming free all of my dawgs
if they get jammed i come and get ’em
some of this sh-t i can’t believe, i be like look at me
man this sh-t was just a dream, now i get twenty racks to speak

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