Immaculate

[Intro: K Wales]
(Jet Taylor)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh

[Verse 1: K Wales]
Yeah, we back in this bitch
CYN captains in here
Young nigga really done trapped out the hills
Still put that pack in the air
Cup, man, just spilled in a Bentley
Hop out that bitch and he don't got no friends
Yeah, we tryna get the wins
I ain't sign a deal 'cause they wasn't talkin' M's

[Verse 2: Kai Ca$h]
I had transitional lens
My vision is dark, was black as a tint, yeah
I had to pack it and ship
Then flip me a bag and pack it again
The shooters is with me, they clappin' they hand
Don't go havin' a fit
They'll turn you to dust, a pack in the air, uh
I had an immaculate year

[Verse 3: K Wales]
Now we ain't speakin' for no reason, I know this our season
Niggas leeches, I can't see 'em, ball like Willie Beamen
Bitches teasin', showin' cleavage, I know she one schemin'
Horse-mouth ho, call her lil' Lamborghini
Pop outside, booty shorts and bikinis

[Verse 4: Kai Ca$h]
Free all my dogs, they goin' to jail, did too many PPPs and
No small talk, if you wanna speak, then we can go meet in the middle
Sick of the score and the numbers I put on the board that show we ain't even competing
Lord, life is a war and we been in need of a Jesus

[Interlude: K Wales & Kai Ca$h]
Yeah, uh
Yeah, hah
Back at it again
Niggas here to sin
Yeah, yeah, uh

[Verse 5: K Wales]
Fuck you, bitch, I'm back in my mode
Young nigga back in the zone
Bro 'nem there still crackin' them codes
Crackers still type in they phones
Yeah, we still be packin' them loads
Hopin' one day we won't be trappin' no more
Girl, lick it up if that Act' on the floor
I don't sip on no syrup, I just act a lil' slow

[Verse 6: Kai Ca$h]
She came through with a friend and a friend and a friend, had a package of hoes, yeah
Call up Trayle, he gettin' you robbed, he come from the back of the door
She could be a nine, if she hit the 'za, just know that we taxin' a ho
Yeah, income come passive, uh, split bags, might pass it to bro