CartierKB - Right Here Lyrics

It's that one fat nigga with the glasses That be dancin' and be rappin', that ain't
Cappin' That was trappin', never actin
She gon' f*ck me with a passion, Shit She gon' smash and never pass me (I'm in that bag)
My spirit and my flesh been at war like it's Baghdad
I got married the same year my granny left my granddad
And it F*cked me up, but I'm past that, I light this wood
Dog gon' ask me if I'ma pass that, and I'm not though
My unc GD puttin' forks in the air like hi-los
She said that I'm her type, but I think she sent a typo
We came in with pita bread, she know how my guys roll (gyros)
Writin' songs in them notes, nigga, you like to write jokes
Focused and blessed, I been in a different bag
She want a piece of KB, but she never had a chance
If a nigga pull up wrong, he gettin' parked like a ramp
My brother was sellin', now he locked up sellin' stamps
Cartier on my bitch, Cartier on me also
They ask how I'm doin', I say, well, Fargo
Nigga talk crazy, he get jack, hardlowed
Bro pour line after line like a barcode
I'm Tired of gettin' asked if my glasses can get borrowed
I'ma make it and them same niggas gon' feel sorrow
I'ma put this meat on her grill, no need for charcoal
I be in a different pocket like I got on cargo
Big Za in this wood, no D-Low, baby, it's Larry
Bitch ask to suck some dick, I told her baby I'm married
Head so good, I put paper under her pillow, tooth fairy
White widow need a wax, it came in too hairy
I be with some young thugs, I be with a bunch of Jefferies
Bitch, it's the mafia, I feel just like Joe Pesci
Bro a draw his gun if this lil' nigga move sketchy
Niggas ain't playin' soccer, but this shit can get Messi