young smokes - kilos lyrics
[hook]
i remember times i was dead broke, i had no o’s
but now i run through kilos
for my brothers behind cell doors, banging cell doors
a little time, and you’ll see roads
i throw my young g’s oz’s, say “you owe me”
and “phone me when to reload”
we don’t talk to the police, man we blow heats
and we reload on kilos
[verse 1]
i grew poor had no choice, but to sell a dime
so much stones in the watch, man i can’t tell the time
i do this for the gold like i’m mario
this watch a rolex, not a casio (no way)
i’m with my bro s in the amg
if you ain’t talking money, what you sayin’ to me
and to my haters, it’s looking like i’ve gone clearly
my ring cost me your 1 series
in the club, vip so we roll in
i’m in the s3 driving like it’s stolen
i told my g, “got no comment fuck the evidence”
and what i say goes, man i shoulda run for president
10 bottles in the club, and i don’t even drink
i’m in the jewelry shop, like “boss give me the biggest ring”
i chase money, i couldn’t care about who’s up next
i watch a b-tch go down, like the sunset
[bridge]
i know these feds got me on the obbo
so i might take a flight to morocco
i’m spending money like i won the lotto
i set trends i don’t follow
my ex-b-tch still calling me crazy
but i hit the roads with this .380
my new chick she calling me wavy
that’s ’cause i set trends and they follow
[verse 2]
in the whip swerving feds, with a brick on me
i’m so fly most my clothes come from italy
baashaalin’ with my goons up in sb
i’ll watch you float on the water like a jet ski
30 grand in the bag that should take time
i’m in the trap ma burner on my waistline
still ducking asghar tryna avoid ’em
i’m a boss, i’ll give your boyfriend employment
i count it up until my hands hurt
i’m the ceo i’ll give your favorite rappers d-mn work
i hit the work like an acrobat
i might beat your girl once, after that you can have her back
i’m k!lling rap and i ain’t even gotta try hard
i save o’s out the water like a lifeguard
my young g’s love to squeeze, they don’t listen
free up my brothers out of jail, myn i miss ’em (free ’em)
[hook]
i remember times i was dead broke, i had no o’s
but now i run through kilos
for my brothers behind cell doors, banging cell doors
a little time, and you’ll see roads
i throw my young g’s oz’s, say “you owe me”
and “phone me when to reload”
we don’t talk to the police, man we blow heats
and we reload on kilos
[outro]
*piano*
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