KENAN & KEL

[Koi & Jamar Rose]
Off the drugs, hey yo Jessie, fuck big pharma
You not a thug, boy, you need a hug, I really harm ya
Fuck you gonna do with the hand when I disarm ya?
And point the tool right back at you like back armor
Eight times eight is how many palms he got to the face
Open the eighth gate for this nigga, he meeting his grave
Now this bitch whining, I don't care, I'm needing some grace
Chopper sing like sixteen wine, it's the hair trigger, save me some grams
Like a make up brush, bruh, I'mma beat on her face
Queen temple homicide in a regular case
That's where I got mob ties, man, everything lace
I ain't running to the money, I'm banking with chase
Wanna see a dead body?
Pull up in the ghost and extra size them if they try me
Holy water wet them up and send them to the God, see
Praying to his highs, but in the end he only got me
Ghost exercise? Oh, like poltergeist
Me and Rose pull up in the ghost to another heist
GTA, Halo Reach, smoking on broccoli
Got my staff, and I'm kicking ass like Rock Lee
Cooking up in the kitchen, and then I hide the sauce
Hiya boss, I'mma higher boss, you get fired off
Hold the pin and don't throw the frag, there ain't no time to toss
Blowing up is something I was meant to do, I know the cost
Gucci slides and coochie is what I'm deep inside
Name is labeled on the uber if she want another ride
Me and my boy beside me is how we on the side
Deep inside the pussy we slide, that's when we go inside
Come get your bitch back if you want to die
Give me your life away, I don't care, I'll give you some dice
Me and twin got twin Glocks, that's my ride or die
Hide out my drive, poke out your eyes and pull out your tee with flies
We got enough bricks to build a thousand houses
You ain't no shit, bro, bitch, keep us out your mouth
And I need my money on the fit, I'll drown you out
Forecast, gun showers, this clip hold one thousand clouds
Ah, shit, I mean one thousand rounds
If a nigga try to take my weed, I'mma round him up
Grab him by his ankles, kidnap him, I'mma ground him up
Stole this dime bitch with some cake on her, I'mma pound her up
This white nigga hit my line, you want to pound her what?
Nigga, I don't know you, why you tryna dap me up?
Bitch, I don't know you, why you tryna slide the fuck?
She like bondage, yeehaw, round them up
It ain't bondage, this nigga flying, I try to fuck
Hidden Lotus, piece up on my side, man, I keep it tucked
Got the biscuit, snatch his cheese, and I tool pieced them up
Two bullets in his fat back, man, that's enough
Big back ass, nigga
Big back, big back