Unknown - Kilo Lyrics

Hoppin' in the Phantom
I got shooters in Atlanta
Yeah, sippin' in my Phantom
I got so many cards, yeah Call me Mr. Dana
I got so many white bitches call me Santa
Walk around with the sack, yeah, I shoot you twice, never lack
Yeah Cadillac, CTS going very fast, I-I-I ain't looking back Yeah
F*ck the past
Yeah, going 100, yeah, on the dash
Yeah All this f*cking money, yeah, I know it's gonna last, yeah So much cash, put it on her ass
So many model bitches, yeah Call it a cast

Uh, I, I ain't looking back, uh, I ain't looking back
I call it a f*cking cast, I call it a f*cking cast

AMG, 53
Smoking on this f*cking tree
Imagery That's all you see
Yeah, brand new keys, put him on a tee yeah I shoot that nigga like I'm D-Lo, got three bitches, yeah Call it a Little trio

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Brand new three keys, I'm talking about kilos Yeah, I'm moving around, yeah, just like my tio Bitch, got an Attitude, probably a Leo Then I beat his head in call me martillo my
Ice so cold, you can call me Mr. frio Yeah, I shoot at once, never lack two-two-three in the mag, yeah, two in glockies, Yeah Call it a pistol pack, yeah, yeah-yeah R-Running with a mask, first place, second place But I'm never F*cking last, chasing paper, yeah That's gonna be the task
Two-two-three on my hip, I'm never catching case two-two-three in my waist, yeah, hit him like your face

Yeah BMW AM3, run around the street Engine's so loud, yeah, I call it mr beast
Bitches at the club, asking when we leaving Bitches at the club, asking when I be leaving

Bitches at the club, asking when we leaving Bitches at the club, yeah, asking when we leaving