luvkoyuki - KOUNTERFEIT Lyrics

Dylvinci got the code
I really like to use cash
Bussdown chain, it ain't counterfeit
Fifty-nine hundred, spent that on my fit (Fah)
They hate 'cause I'm bum and I'm quick
I'm f*ckin' your ho, got my thumb in her shit
I switch out the gun like I switch out my fit (Grrt, bah, bah, bah)
We caught his ass, 12 clueless
He got a gun, but won't shoot it, uh
My niggas ruthless
These lil' niggas I influenced
I'm hitting that J on a highway, cruisin'
Can't f*ck with that little boy, he a nuisance, on God

B-B-Bussdown chain, it ain't counterfeit
Fifty-nine hundred, spent that on my fit
They hate 'cause I'm bum and I'm quick
I'm f*ckin' your ho, got my thumb in her shit
I switch out the gun like I switch out my fit (Grrt, bah, bah)
We caught his ass, 12 clueless
Hе got a gun, but won't shoot it, uh


I'm rockin' expensive dеnim, I don't counterfeit this shit
If she cheatin', I roundhouse kick this bitch
Posted with Dami, this isn't fitness, bitch
I lay that lil' nigga down, he think he big and shit
5.56 is pointed right at his ligaments, drillin' it (It's KA$HWAYZ or no wayz, nigga)
I beat the pussy from the side, killin' it
She said, "I bet the pussy fire, isn't it?"
Bruh, that ain't his bitch, don't know why he missin' it
Phone on DND, I'm handlin' business
I hit the bitch and disappear like a magician


Dylvinci got the code
I really like to use cash

Take that shit from you, bitch, I give no f*ck
Kicked her out the crib, I told her, "Get the f*ck"
Told the bitch, "Come here, lil' bitch, I need to bust"
You the type of nigga only hit me when you need a hundred bucks
I walk in the club, I'ma tear that bitch up
I be smokin' nic', it be f*ckin' my gut
I wasn't finna say it, boy, you got me messed up
Step up in that motherf*cker, walk with a strut
Kick your bitch to the curb, football punt
Doin' shit you never heard, boy in the one
My clothing exclusive, one of one
Made ten thousand, nigga, just this month
Aye my nigga, Dami, what's the sound of yo gun?

Bussdown chain, it ain't counterfeit
Fifty-nine hundred, spent that on my fit (Fah)
They hate 'cause I'm bum and I'm quick
I'm f*ckin' your ho, got my thumb in her shit
I switch out the gun like I switch out my fit (Grrt, bah, bah, bah)
We caught his ass, 12 clueless
He got a gun, but won't shoot it, uh
My niggas ruthless
These lil' niggas I influenced
I'm hitting that J on a highway, cruisin'
Can't f*ck with that little boy, he a nuisance, on God

My niggas ruthless
These lil' niggas I influenced
I'm hitting that J on a highway, cruisin'
Can't f*ck with that little boy, he a nuisance, on God

B-B-Bussdown chain, it ain't counterfeit
Fifty-nine hundred, spent

Dylvinci got the code
I really like to use cash
Hey Manny, this joint crank fool