CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Karate Kid
Drip day and night and I'm living my life
Dropping the top at the light with my slime
Me and Lil Freaky got all type of dimes
Drop and I got me a million on time
I call that lil' bruh, I renamed my slime
n***as ain't snatchin' no check, I blow fire
Keep Big Black in the cut, he blindside
Ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', reason they tried you
Karate kid, I chop-chop the block
Thirty-eight special, keep shells and it knock
Wifin' my motherf**kin' diamonds, I'm married
My shooter leave a bloody scene like a popped cherry
I'm runnin' up checks, I'm not slow, ain't no Gary
I ain't bought my mama no motherf**kin' Jared
Proud 'bout my bag, b*t*h, I'm tellin' you dearly
I'm up and I make noise, I'm knowin' they hearin' me
12 keep on questionin' me, sh*t, I ain't hearin' it
The roof on the motherf**kin' coupe, disappearin' it
Trappin' in traps, count that money, securin' it
Everybody 'round me some hitters, ain't fearin' it
I'm rockin' ice clouds, that diamond my watch
Her pu**y on lock, she moppin' my c*ck
b*t*h popped her a Perc', she ready to f**k
That pu**y had squirt, it made me say, "Wow"
Rockin' these Diors, I got on Givenchy
Quese and Young Shawty, they clutch on the semi
Might f**k from the back and I bust on her titty
That coupe in LA and we got this b*t*h litty
Maybachs, I'm in it, matted the Bentley
Givin' 'em stick talk from bad vibes and tension
YSL Bubba gon' whip in the kitchen
He slatt and he with it, he slime out the trenches
Dropping the top at the light with my slime
Me and Lil Freaky got all type of dimes
Drop and I got me a million on time
I call that lil' bruh, I renamed my slime
n***as ain't snatchin' no check, I blow fire
Keep Big Black in the cut, he blindside
Ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', reason they tried you
Karate kid, I chop-chop the block
Thirty-eight special, keep shells and it knock
Wifin' my motherf**kin' diamonds, I'm married
My shooter leave a bloody scene like a popped cherry
I'm runnin' up checks, I'm not slow, ain't no Gary
I ain't bought my mama no motherf**kin' Jared
Proud 'bout my bag, b*t*h, I'm tellin' you dearly
I'm up and I make noise, I'm knowin' they hearin' me
12 keep on questionin' me, sh*t, I ain't hearin' it
The roof on the motherf**kin' coupe, disappearin' it
Trappin' in traps, count that money, securin' it
Everybody 'round me some hitters, ain't fearin' it
I'm rockin' ice clouds, that diamond my watch
Her pu**y on lock, she moppin' my c*ck
b*t*h popped her a Perc', she ready to f**k
That pu**y had squirt, it made me say, "Wow"
Rockin' these Diors, I got on Givenchy
Quese and Young Shawty, they clutch on the semi
Might f**k from the back and I bust on her titty
That coupe in LA and we got this b*t*h litty
Maybachs, I'm in it, matted the Bentley
Givin' 'em stick talk from bad vibes and tension
YSL Bubba gon' whip in the kitchen
He slatt and he with it, he slime out the trenches
