RIP KOBE

[Intro: Kierre]
3, 2, 1

[Verse 1: 29Poltergeist]
24 karat on me, it ain't lowkey feel like kobe (R.I.P.)
Lean in my cup and it's gold on my body
I might be a laker where the fuck is my trophy
Serve that white boy pack n he said holy moly
Italian bitch love cooking canolies
These niggas can't say they know me
Cause all a nigga know is that money

[Verse 2: Kierre]
And he not touching money ‘less that shit monopoly
Fuck up my future I know they won’t pardon me (They won't)
Servin the junkies the trap like a pharmacy
Got 5 plugs so I always got stock on me (Huh?)
(YUH!) Click on my phone so the feds must be stalking me
There is no argumеnt
Don’t wanna finished you shouldn’t have started it
Fuck yo apologiеs
Obviously I can be whoever I want to be
Blow opportunities like tix from the lottery
I get the Audi A3, call that support from the audience
If not a Porsche or a Rari then
Why all these niggas they stay tryna follow me (Nah!)
I go insane like the wayne like off the carter 3 (I do!)
Chop through the cartilage, aim for the artery
Then i tell these niggas they best put they heart in it

[Verse 3: 29Poltergeist]
Tryn' get some smoke, reveal yo position then
Cannot take shit from niggas im richer than
Pull up on his block, his niggas trembling
Been a cold nigga I was rocking that metal shit
Niggas pussy, way more feminine than feminists
Tyrannical lyrically i am a terrorist
Mental from the jump, never had a therapist
Music like yo Glock, this shit get to jammin yeah
Young fly nigga I grew up a stepper
Don't do no weak shit, 29 what im repping (That shit is weak!)
Just know we getting money that ain't a question
Body too cold, so I'm rocking this henson
If it's one thing I hate, its opposition
Say that ya'll real but yo squad full of bitches (Bitch!)
If you spun his block, why is he living
Pour one out for ya homie we know you be sippin (we know you be sipping!)