COUS’

[Intro]
Wait

[Chorus]
P finna give 'em what they want, uh (Okay)
Backpack full of that skunk, uh (Okay)
Bassline boomin' in the trunk, uh (Okay)
Whole block full of that funky shit
Kinfolk movin' that dope again (Okay)
This shit hittin' like (One, two), uh
Big back burnin' my toast again (Okay)
Bitch, come run me my ones

[Verse 1]
Back like twenty-three, cousin, uh (Okay)
45 huggin' me, cousin, uh (Okay)
Burnin' my energy, cousin, uh (Okay)
What it is? What it be, cousin? Uh (Okay)
Phone ring, what you need?
Lay it all out on the line, my nigga, it's nothing, uh
Plenty more mini-mes, cousin, uh
Nigga, don't sweat it, we buzzin', uh
Trip to the Southside
A cold case and the bitch left 'em out dry
At your place in the back waitin' outside
With no face and a stick with a red eye, it's point blank
Stuck in the motion
Kinfolk dirty up hands for the pape' when the check comin' late
Nigga might crash for respect out the gate
Shit'll get goin', my nigga, just wait

[Chorus]
P finna give 'em what they want, uh (Okay)
Backpack full of that skunk, uh (Okay)
Bassline boomin' in the trunk, uh (Okay)
Whole block full of that funky shit
Kinfolk movin' that dope again (Okay)
This shit hittin' like (One, two), uh
Big back burnin' my toast again (Okay)
Bitch, come run me my— wait

[Verse 2]
I'm thinkin' niggas should cut it out
I spent a band on Baccarat
Three on the Chrome, it's solid out
One-of-one fleece, I got a lot
I caught a view on a private beach
And ain't wanna leave, so I bought it out
Can't hear what these niggas talkin' 'bout
Lace up the boot, we can walk it out
I been on one since a jit, my nigga
Pull up with a band, we can rock it out
I got a thing for your bitch, my nigga
I might swoop her up in a pair of Docs
Or a pair of sweats
Ain't no pressure, it's effortless
I'ma air it for my respect
Kinfolk just hit me 'bout food for the plate
Shit'll get goin', my nigga, just wait

[Chorus]
P finna give 'em what they want, uh (Okay)
Backpack full of that skunk, uh (Okay)
Bassline boomin' in the trunk, uh (Okay)
Whole block full of that funky shit
Kinfolk movin' that dope again (Okay)
This shit hittin' like (One, two), uh
Big back burnin' my toast again (Okay)
Bitch, come run me my— wait

[Outro]
Nah, nigga, you need to hurry up and
Pop out, I been, I been waitin' on you to come down and drop, drop somethin' in the motherfuckin' streets, nigga
It's been like a year since you came out with some shit by yourself, nigga
Hop on some other shit, I wanna hear you crash—