Jus cuz i love this song by ktb by Krillon the baptist Lyrics
[fall asleep by wiz khalifa*remix by krillon the baptist]
Ouu, I got so much swag
I got
I got a crib so fat that, you'd get lost in that bitch
Nah, ion got no big ass house
I don't even want a house that big
[ Verse 1: ]
Keep talkin' ya' shit, but it ain't no discussion
When I popped the bean, it felt like I'm rushin'
I fuck with this beat, because the percussion
If I get in a fight, I ain't never runnin'
Talkin' that shit, better be bout' it
Im in jumanji, it's so wild
Don't fuck with nigguhs, they too childish
You ain't a real nigga, and I know now
You on twitter, and you keep typin'
You was on tinder, and you keep swipin'
Send it to the card now, I start swipin'
They shut down my card said, "no swiper"
She keep tryna call, but I don't like it
Whatever you on, man I don't like it
Whatever you call it, man I don't like it
I don't fuck with 12, man I don't like them
You could hear the smell, Ima go light it
Went ghost at 9, shout out mikey
Tryna stop me, that's futile
With my niggas at bluetile
Me and my bitch, gone' live in a blue town
She got on pink, like she is my boo now
Look with a wink like, "what we gone do now?"
Now she actin' like she senile
She not my bitch, I told her she, "sin-gal"
Think I'm in Jamaica, Im wit' my new "gal"
She don't never hit me back, like she new now
No caller ID, so that's what we do now?
[beat breathes]
Ain't gonna lie, miss a lot of people
But they ain't my people
This shit for my family, this shit for my people
Ain't gone lie this for the people
Down for my tribe, for my people
Oh, you tryna link?
Have your people, hit my people
I ain't blink though
I ain't bli-
I ain't got none' else to say though
Ouu, I got so much swag
I got
I got a crib so fat that, you'd get lost in that bitch
Nah, ion got no big ass house
I don't even want a house that big
[ Verse 1: ]
Keep talkin' ya' shit, but it ain't no discussion
When I popped the bean, it felt like I'm rushin'
I fuck with this beat, because the percussion
If I get in a fight, I ain't never runnin'
Talkin' that shit, better be bout' it
Im in jumanji, it's so wild
Don't fuck with nigguhs, they too childish
You ain't a real nigga, and I know now
You on twitter, and you keep typin'
You was on tinder, and you keep swipin'
Send it to the card now, I start swipin'
They shut down my card said, "no swiper"
She keep tryna call, but I don't like it
Whatever you on, man I don't like it
Whatever you call it, man I don't like it
I don't fuck with 12, man I don't like them
You could hear the smell, Ima go light it
Went ghost at 9, shout out mikey
Tryna stop me, that's futile
With my niggas at bluetile
Me and my bitch, gone' live in a blue town
She got on pink, like she is my boo now
Look with a wink like, "what we gone do now?"
Now she actin' like she senile
She not my bitch, I told her she, "sin-gal"
Think I'm in Jamaica, Im wit' my new "gal"
She don't never hit me back, like she new now
No caller ID, so that's what we do now?
[beat breathes]
Ain't gonna lie, miss a lot of people
But they ain't my people
This shit for my family, this shit for my people
Ain't gone lie this for the people
Down for my tribe, for my people
Oh, you tryna link?
Have your people, hit my people
I ain't blink though
I ain't bli-
I ain't got none' else to say though