Kayron - South + West Lyrics

I got that bitch straight out the south,
I give her back, she give me mouth,
And after that i get some racks cause I can never be on pause
You do whole lotta D.R not Dominican Republic
On my way to glory cause I know I'm up to something
If you ever talk to me make sure you be sayin' something
I ain't with the sneak dissing
I ain't with the frontin'
A lot of people done switched up on me but that's just how it goes,
Tryna get this money anyway and all of you still broke
I around designers, ducers, artists, that shit goes on and on
Tell me what you're doin' man, I'm sure that you won't put it on
Tryna keep my head up, but my money higher
F*ck on that bitch that was her lil' freak desire
Tryna keep my head up, but my money higher
F*ck on that bitch that was her lil' freak desire
Stuck off that shit, I really think I can't get higher
Ayy, I'm a motherf*ckin' fiend, I gotta pour it up
I'm a motherf*ckin' fiend man, I gotta roll it up,
I'm a motherf*ckin fiend man, I gotta spark it up
Pour some dirty in the Fanta man i watch it fizzle up
Lightskin thing on my Bed man, I know she wanna f*ck, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Know she wanna f*ck, yeah, know she wanna suck, yeah
Lil' Shawty im cold, all this ice on my neck, goddamn
She see that shit and she get the temptation goddamn,
I can't let her get on, Im about my Paper goddamn
We livin' life, doin' shit man, you wish it could be us
But you know that dif', we be shootin' for the stars
That's a 19mm on my neck
Tell me what you know about that
Listened to your music man, I gotta say that shit was ass
I got choppers and extendos, always got some extra ammo
I'm to paranoid, so it get hard for me to make new friends
Handlin' business, countin' money, call that shit whole lot of bands
Riding around with the geeker packs in Maybach's all through France
If you ask me man, I'll say that we'll do it over again
We'll do it over again, we'll do it over again
This the sound of the Hellcats
You better hide cause we pull up with Kel Tecs
Pushin' around in SRTs
780 HP, shades up on my face so nobody can see it's me
Man that's the only thing i ever wanted really
Now I got it man, I feel just kinda silly
Man I don't know where I should go next
I got way too many steps ahead
This not no checkers, this is Chess bitch
Tryna mess with me and I'm a chef this
We livin' life, doin' shit man, you wish it could be us
But you know that dif', we be shootin' for the stars
That's a 19mm on my neck
Tell me what you know about that
Listened to your music man, I gotta say that shit was ass