Dinner Time by Kees0 Lyrics
Pu**y boy can't get close to me cause you pu**y boys ain't
Getting no cheese yall be doin anything just to f*ck yall be out here giving
These hoes cheese you be talking to the hoes but they dont link nd when they do
You get mad cause they know me better know how to act you approach
Me ain't no space you can't rap nd yo flow weak yeen know i was out on
The nate 10 toes duckin lights and the police at war with the opps
We ain't worried bout sh*t they was tryna get at us for 4 weeks to get
In the crib she had to suck balls nd be front nd center on both knees nd she suck
Till i bust she ain't givin up im all in her sh*t till her throat bleed
Now i run up a check boy we got face cards in the jects leg drop on his
A** sh*t just hit the fan 3 count leave his a** on the mat and these niggas
Be green as sh*t cause they’ll feind for b*tches you got killer for some cat
And yo a** might duck a fist but you’d be f**ked as sh*t cause F&N
You can't duck that every instasnap you see me fresh as f**k nahh ian
Durk but he still be alive if yo a** ain't gas up these b*tches ain't sh*t they’ll
Suck on the tip if yo ass just gas them up i passed them up just to sling that pack
Now a nigga got cash for sure now a nigga got cash to blow hold firm aim down
And blow just taught yo a** how to kill yo opps but you go on ig nd post
Bout beef nd sh*t and poles nd glick now 12 on yo a** you toast boy you
Just like a b*tch you claimin they snitch mane yo a** just doin the most
I be fresh as f**k walkin on the scene b*tches wanna know me grown mane
These ain't skinny jeans but they hold a 4 piece niggas plottin watchin instagram
Some times i dont post cheese niggas fakin acting like they made it paying
To get on say cheese if you wanna get with it get with it flex with my niggas all
I know is get digits flex for a b*tch make yo a** run 50 dont be tryna look hard
Cause this sh*t get gritty if you feed of yo b*tch gone head suck her titty all
My niggas bang red nd pop X like trippin if you hatin on me then yo a** just trippin
If you ain't bangin blood then yo a** crippin we split a nigga i move like obama
With hittas nigga had war with osama we killed the nigga yo boyfriend a b*tch
Imma realer nigga im kees0 nd tupac a crucial mixture won't you just on my
Line with yo titty pictures if yo nigga find out he gone try to kill me man
Salute me lil boy nd control yo women
Yall just think this life sh*t based off instagram fake trappin yall be
On yall stories sellin instagrams dont front no b*tches if you give me 10
La ma you get a gram Kees0money you can search that sh*t and go
And hit my gram. P**sy
Getting no cheese yall be doin anything just to f*ck yall be out here giving
These hoes cheese you be talking to the hoes but they dont link nd when they do
You get mad cause they know me better know how to act you approach
Me ain't no space you can't rap nd yo flow weak yeen know i was out on
The nate 10 toes duckin lights and the police at war with the opps
We ain't worried bout sh*t they was tryna get at us for 4 weeks to get
In the crib she had to suck balls nd be front nd center on both knees nd she suck
Till i bust she ain't givin up im all in her sh*t till her throat bleed
Now i run up a check boy we got face cards in the jects leg drop on his
A** sh*t just hit the fan 3 count leave his a** on the mat and these niggas
Be green as sh*t cause they’ll feind for b*tches you got killer for some cat
And yo a** might duck a fist but you’d be f**ked as sh*t cause F&N
You can't duck that every instasnap you see me fresh as f**k nahh ian
Durk but he still be alive if yo a** ain't gas up these b*tches ain't sh*t they’ll
Suck on the tip if yo ass just gas them up i passed them up just to sling that pack
Now a nigga got cash for sure now a nigga got cash to blow hold firm aim down
And blow just taught yo a** how to kill yo opps but you go on ig nd post
Bout beef nd sh*t and poles nd glick now 12 on yo a** you toast boy you
Just like a b*tch you claimin they snitch mane yo a** just doin the most
I be fresh as f**k walkin on the scene b*tches wanna know me grown mane
These ain't skinny jeans but they hold a 4 piece niggas plottin watchin instagram
Some times i dont post cheese niggas fakin acting like they made it paying
To get on say cheese if you wanna get with it get with it flex with my niggas all
I know is get digits flex for a b*tch make yo a** run 50 dont be tryna look hard
Cause this sh*t get gritty if you feed of yo b*tch gone head suck her titty all
My niggas bang red nd pop X like trippin if you hatin on me then yo a** just trippin
If you ain't bangin blood then yo a** crippin we split a nigga i move like obama
With hittas nigga had war with osama we killed the nigga yo boyfriend a b*tch
Imma realer nigga im kees0 nd tupac a crucial mixture won't you just on my
Line with yo titty pictures if yo nigga find out he gone try to kill me man
Salute me lil boy nd control yo women
Yall just think this life sh*t based off instagram fake trappin yall be
On yall stories sellin instagrams dont front no b*tches if you give me 10
La ma you get a gram Kees0money you can search that sh*t and go
And hit my gram. P**sy