[Verse 1]
Done said it before, I don't get karma
Fucked Kudzai kudhara
Bougie gyal, but she use Klarna
She want a rich nigga, say nada
I stepped in a mo with my charger
Left with a baddie from Uganda
Nah, bro, she's from Ghana
Sexy gyal from Botswana
Fine girl from Zimbabwe
The roora price gonna be hefty
If I hit, if I hit twice, then I might just skate
Big racks for the ice on my chain
If I put it in your face, you might go to sleep (Go to sleep)
Huh, don't sleep
Knock down the door, come in like bailiff
Ayy, pass me the mic, lemme smoke the shit
[Chorus]
Coulda been on road with a pack and a Rambo
Made a couple figures without steppin' in the bando
You know whеre the fruits are, so lеt your man-go
If we're talkin' P's, then I'm comin' with a bankroll
When you whine, baby, take it slow
We can't let them know
What's going on in the studio
[Verse 2]
Done said it before, you don't want drama (Woi)
Is she loyal to you? I don't know, ask her
Take it slow and we can worry 'bout the rest after
She's on her knees lookin' up at me, yes master
Outside's getting dark, but my shades darker
Whoever made that body is a great crafter
And all the plays that we make? Make 'em hate harder
All the niggas that I'm hangin' with straight grafters, yo
See I don't talk a lot, baby, I'm anti
Two niggas in the front and got three man in the back seat
But all I need is God and couple racks to relax me
Your man ain't got no motion, tell him 'low all the chat please
And PSA, you can't get a verse for the tax-free (Woi)
Running for the guap, you'd prolly think I'm an athlete
And tell her bring a friend and we can run up a tag team
But please don't call your niggas or your brothers to back beef
[Chorus]
Coulda been on road with a pack and a Rambo
Made a couple figures without steppin' in the bando
You know where the fruits are, so let your man-go
If we're talkin' P's, then I'm comin' with a bankroll
When you whine, baby, take it slow
We can't let them know
What's going on in the studio
[Verse 3]
She said don't half swipe me, that's brazy
She back out the camera, I say cheese
No excuse, but they don't get paid, G, uh
Don't know why dem bwoy there hate me
TS LEO, two man with bro
Kudzai, Nyasha as well
She wanna go uptown, I'm telling her no
Bruck it up in the studio
[Verse 4]
Look, ayy TS, what we tellin' 'em?
Shawty bad up to the bone, to the skeleton
She said I'm healing up her pain, I'm her medicine
She want a pretty French tip 'cause she feminine
[Verse 5]
We been FLYSTR8
And them niggas stay irrelevant (Trust)
Uh, shawty gimme brain, intelligent
If you're talkin' moolah and cash, we benefit
Any day, stay trill's live so I'm bellin' him
[Verse 6]
Done said it before, I don't get karma
Fucked Kudzai kudhara
Bougie gyal, but she use Klarna
She want a rich nigga, say nada
I stepped in a mo with my charger
Left with a baddie from Uganda
Nah, bro, she's from Ghana
Sexy gyal from Botswana
Fine girl from Zimbabwe
The roora price gonna be hefty
If I hit, if I hit twice, then I might just skate
Big racks for the ice on my chain
If I put it in your face, you might go to sleep (Go to sleep)
Huh, don't sleep
Knock down the door, come in like bailiff
Ayy, pass me the mic, lemme smoke the shit
[Chorus]
Coulda been on road with a pack and a Rambo
Made a couple figures without steppin' in the bando
You know where the fruits are, so let your man-go
If we're talkin' P's, then I'm comin' with a bankroll
When you whine, baby, take it slow
We can't let them know
What's going on in the studio
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