Kimmie Blanco

[Verse 1]

It’s Kimmie Blanco, female Keyser Söze

Take over the game, Hercules conquer

That bitch know how I get down, they already prompt her

So while you leave the screen, beam aiming, here’s your encore

We strapped in them V12s, no seat belts

So much money that the bills pay themselves

So much honey, killer bees in the shelves

Extra gunpowder, cocaine in the shells

Yea, y'all bitches kinda hot, meet hell

Scarface, in them Loub red heels

I swear I got them bitches running like a treadmill

Fictitious little bitches, but I make you dead real

And at the end, you won’t even have a friend to get

Made bitch, I got the keys from the syndicate

So fuck it if it ain't old, I like my money vintage

Walls got so much plaques I gotta call a dentist

[Hook] x2

I am Kimmie Blanco, Blanco

The motherfucking head honcho, honcho

So you better have your poncho, poncho

About to rain on you pronto, pronto

[Verse 2]

It’s Kimmie Blanco, get to know the name

I go off on tracks like derailed trains

I don't do the airports when I board my planes

You hustle all wrong, you only chase the fame

Plant a few seeds, that’s how I catch you birdbrains

La jarena of the game, like I'm from Medellin

I put hits out, long kiss goodnight ya

You’re all welcome to the problems, we invite ya

Let’s get it jumping, like a motherfucking tip-off

I come through and let a clip off

They like "Oh, I think she pissed off"

Nah, it ain't nothing to a fucking boss

One head now you getting dust off

I be out in Morocco sipping Moscato

While niggas popping ya top, we popping the bottle

Bitch your time is up, word to Mavado

Now you know not to fuck with the Kimmie Blanco motherfucker

[Hook] x2