Kylie!

[Chorus: TWNTYFOUR]
Really I be feeling myself (Self)
Told y’all, need no help
Bitch I’m going to the top with the cards I’m dealt
My shit gon’ pop
Can’t keep me on the shelf (Shelf)
Don’t try me
Need a bad lil vibe like Kylie (Kylie)
[?] lil baby I’m sliding
Shorty can’t put in on sport when you riding
Whoa
Playing’ for keeps
I need the money
I need the cash back
Don’t play with your life
Stop pushing your luck
Cause this ain’t no black jack
She wanna roll, I took her soul
I get the last laugh
You better step back
We don’t do backtracks

[Verse 1: TWNTYFOUR]
I be out here killing every season
Really I just do it for no reason
Probably night time when you see us
Out in the dark with thе creatures
Pull up, know your man’s tryna be us
Only timе they call is when they need us
Pulling up, backseat
Man I’m tryna kick my feet up
Tell me where the money at
I’m tryna get a re-up
Got ‘em paying for my voice
They paying for the feature, yuh
T-Raw my shit, I’m faded
All your shit, outdated
Oh you wanna hear me speak, bitch pay me
Can’t shoot your shot when the gun’s on safety

Need a house in the hills with acres
I’m sorry lil baby don’t favour us
Never heard your name, you stranger
What I did, but I know you a traitor
Damn

[Chorus: TWNTYFOUR]
Really I be feeling myself (Self)
Told y’all, need no help
Bitch I’m going to the top with the cards I’m dealt
My shit gon’ pop
Can’t keep me on the shelf (Shelf)
Don’t try me
Need a bad lil vibe like Kylie (Kylie)
[?] lil baby I’m sliding
Shorty can’t put in on sport when you riding
Whoa
Playing’ for keeps
I need the money
I need the cash back
Don’t play with your life
Stop pushing your luck
Cause this ain’t no black jack
She wanna roll, I took her soul
I get the last laugh (Uh huh)
You better step back (Uh huh, yeah)
We don’t do backtracks

[Verse 2: Josif Grey]
Niggas wanna play with they life
Walk round like shit sweet
Bro got a chopper, it’s sweet
He got’ wet up the streets
I can’t let up the heat
We got it locked on the streets
Ain’t got it top [?]
Skrrt on with no key (Yeah)
Niggas upset, they hating
Had to upgrade, make changes
Niggas can’t copy my cadence
Now we got the crowd outrageous
Bad bitch look like Kylie
Know you think about me (Yeah)
I’m up in the hills, I’m hiding
Know I gotta keep shit quiet (Uh huh)

[Chorus: TWNTYFOUR]
Really I be feeling myself (Self)
Told y’all, need no help
Bitch I’m going to the top with the cards I’m dealt
My shit gon’ pop
Can’t keep me on the shelf (Shelf)
Don’t try me
Need a bad lil vibe like Kylie (Kylie)
[?] lil baby I’m sliding
Shorty can’t put in on sport when you riding
Whoa
Playing’ for keeps
I need the money
I need the cash back
Don’t play with your life
Stop pushing your luck
Cause this ain’t no black jack
She wanna roll, I took her soul
I get the last laugh (Uh huh)
You better step back (Uh huh, yeah)
We don’t do backtracks

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