K.O.

[Intro]
I got me a .40 that
I got skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
I got styrofoam
Buffet Boys, you know we the

[Chorus]
I got me a .40 that gon' shoot
I got skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, brand new coupe
I got styrofoam with dirty juice
Buffet Boys, bih, we be the truth
I got me a .40 that gon' shoot
I got skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, brand new coupe
I got styrofoam with dirty juice
Buffet Boys, bih, we be the truth

[Verse 1]
I got us a plan now
We got us some bands now
I just got a house bitch
Thinking I’m the man now
Rocket pocket
Let it hit my other 30 bigger band
These VVS shine bright like day
I’ll whip my wrist the other hand
Bitch I’m drinking red drop
Your career is dead shot
Blew a couple bands
Got every hater in these streets hot
Juggin' got the block hot
40 with that gunshot
Biggie got a punt double ducka get a blood clot
I can be sippin'
My Migo, we whippin'
We trapped in the kitchen
No lovin', I'm pimpin'
I fuck on these women
My ex bitch she trippin'
Got up on the bun but you know I’m still sipping
Bitch I’m feeling cocky
Designered down don’t tell me
Xanax gotcha sloppy
Go on hoe you cannot fuck me
What you think about me
Perkies in my body
I’m all by my lonely
I can’t trust me anybody
Marty banging bitch
I just caught another body
Hoe I’m glo'd as fuck
I just ain’t know anybody

[Chorus]
I got me a .40 that gon' shoot
I got skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, brand new coupe
I got styrofoam with dirty juice
Buffet Boys, bih, we be the truth
I got me a .40 that gon' shoot
I got skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, brand new coupe
I got styrofoam with dirty juice
Buffet Boys, bih, we be the truth

[Verse 2]
My 30 wanna bang now
People wanna hang now
I don’t fuck with anybody
I’m just by my gang now
Hit you with a plan now
The hardest in this shit now
Geekin' all these drugs man
I can’t feel my face now
Bitch I’m wyling out
Go down we shoot it out
She wanna fuck for clout
Shorty wanna run her mouth
Buffet Boys run the south
No need to talk it out
My pockets bigger bitch
You know we be balling now
Geekin' and sneakin'
These perkys they peakin'
I’m busting the 30
I’ll leave your ass leaking
I fuck on the weekend
I leave that bitch thinking
That I got me stinking
I walk around drinking
I just bust a 4-4
For Migo come and rock the kick though
She be off a Molly
Taking dicks that be a hobby
We the hottest out
Groupie hoes all in the lobby
You ain’t dropping hits
But you still be extra snobby
Drip, drip, when I walk
Ten toes down, Prada walk
If he talk, running chop
Red and Blinkie hit ‘em off

[Chorus]
I got me a .40 that gon' shoot
I got skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, brand new coupe
I got styrofoam with dirty juice
Buffet Boys, bih, we be the truth
I got me a .40 that gon' shoot
I got skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, brand new coupe
I got styrofoam with dirty juice
Buffet Boys, bih, we be the truth