Untitled by Khysantana Lyrics

Rocks in my cup
And it’s lean wit my ice
I got too many bitches
Ain’t playin em nice

I went to lenox and spent me a rack
Yea my chain it got diamonds i’m doublin back
Straight from the trenches
Gettin out was a mission
And ever since then, u can ask, i ain’t missin

I did em favors, they still wasn’t listenin
Patiently waiting while they steady skippin

I asked these niggas for help
Tryna get wealthy
And nobody wanted to see me
Now i got too many clothes
Too many hoes
And all those niggas wanna be me
Now i got too many racks
I got too many stacks
And i ain’t ever goin back
Straight from 6
Yea i’m doublin back
I left these niggas
And never looked back

Flyin out east
Cuz my bitch wanna see me
The only facetime that she get is on tv
Ops up in new york
They watch me like school work
When i catch em lackin
Heat em wit a cooler

I done spent so many bands
On so many brands
I see it, i buy it, i wear it
Mcm down to my feet
They tryna compete
They see me, they copy, they share

Every time i leave a bitch
She copy and paste
Now my lingo everywhere

None of these niggas is strapped
I see em they lack
We got guns everywhere
When i’m outside, gotta carry a stick
That pistol got range
And it love talkin shit
Meet me in lanta
Wit codeine in fanta
Cuz when i’m home court
No im not finna miss

All this street shit like a sport
I’m never benchin, cuz i’m on the court
But if a nigga big, then i’m shootin shit
I’m a small nigga, ian tryna hit
Jeans hella tight, they don’t even fit
Ion gang bang, but all my niggas crips
Get to talkin hot and we shootin shit
Issa clothin line for my hit list