dougie & kay 2

What you get is what you see
No more, "Maybe" it's "Maybelline"
(Grah, grah, grah)
She can give you everything you need
What you need (Grah, grah)
Man, what the fuck goin' on Maajins?

Like, we in the trap, move the pack up
City Girl, pass me the stick and I act up
(What)
You really not in the streets, need a backup
You want the smoke
Say a joke and get packed up

Like, I can't diss, I can't do no response
Number 6, I'ma throw in LeBron
Pass the heat and I'm gettin' him gone

I get him gone and get paid
And your girl do whatever I say
Watch when I wave the stick in his face
Ain't no opps, leave the blick in the case
1500 tote 50's and K's
No ammo, throw the blick at his brain

Batman, bitch, I was puttin' in pain
She say my New York accent sound like Bane
G-lock bitch, it go everywhere, two straps
(Grah)
I pass the choppers, Tana, he gon' oop that
I stole his girl, he want his boo back
Nike, I get the checks and go do that
Tell this bitch I walk
Around with three straps
(Bow) I might just up at his kneecap
He said that he want the smoke
He don't need that
Red dot, his forehead where my beam at
Shaio still catchin' alleys and shit
In that pop block deep, bitch
I'm totin' on sticks
Roxana, might mix it with Rick
Not talkin' bout Fivi'
I'm rockin' Big Drip (Big Drip)
Valentines Day, the Glock give him a kiss
(Kiss)
Man, I'm wonderin' if I'm ever gon' miss
(Fah) Bitch, I'm never gon' miss
I up the strap and throw it in a ditch
(Boom, boom, boom)
Uh, I up the strap and throw it in a lake
Got four-five bad bitches up in LA
Degrassi, uh, I'm totin' on Dracs' (Grrow)
How the fuck I'ma diss you
But not get paid? Like

Like, I can't diss, I can't do no response
Number 6, I'ma throw in LeBron
Pass the heat and I'm gettin' him gone