Baby Kevvo - For What? Lyrics

This girl mad at me for what? Shi
Tell her give me space im tryna run this money up
Bitch!
Skipping over hoes think I'm playing double Dutch.
Shiiii
Im busy getting pape this bitch mad at me for what?
How you mad im in that mode, you niggas broke can't f*ck wit us
Yall ain't f*ckin wit us you niggas ain't even makin a rack month
I can't choose a bitch ,over a bag cuz , hoes do way too much
Yes I swear these hoes do way too f*ckin much
Yea my plug on of the homies so ion pay too much
I know some niggas zip you up but I can't say too much
Foot up on the gas like I'm on the run nigga ain't no catching us
He posted everyday tryna get paid but he got less than us
Baby hangin wit the team like she a cheerleader
UFO once you see that beam ima see you later
I'm in that mode I'm inna matrix inna simulater
Claim you my brother idk you we is not related
Loosin patience, gimme space I'm tryna get this bacon
Brodie post da pole but never up it call that pump fakin
Baby took my soul, hadda let her know we never datin
I stay away from all you hoes, y'all be the spawns of satan
Got no love left for these hoes, this bitch a bop, yeah she a Dancer
24 don't leave me Open I'm in that zone like black mamba
Call up bro if I need smoke, keep that blow on em like a Rasta
Girl tf up off the phone, you kicked up off the roaster
She spun the block like a boomerang, she be wit aang and saka
Play wit us it get Messi, Ion even play soccer