lirik lagu kiuoro & del bandzz - on read
[intro: kiuoro & del bandzz]
imma leave her ass on
f~ck
(go) imma leave her ass on re
go (go)
go (f~ck)
[verse 1: del bandzz]
b~tch texting all this sh~t, imma leave her ass on read
if a n~gga run up on me, imma shoot him in the head
leave em’ dead, in the pavement, in the ground
when my n~ggas creepin’ around, yeah
they don’t make a sound
p~ssy bald head, i might call her charlie brown
n~ggas hatin’ on us, but they know we f~ckin’ bound
to blow
i ain’t cuffin’ no b~tch, you know all i hate is joes
[verse 2: kiuoro]
if that b~tch think imma cuff her, then that lil’ b~tch gotta go
my plays go through every time, like i shoot a free throw
bad b~tch in the benz, turnt off casamigos
i found a b~tch and somе friends for me and my three bros
i like my b~tchеs bad and bougie, just like the migos
this glock got a infrared, thermal, and a heat scope
[verse 3: del bandzz]
if you try my lil’ brother, then i’ll let the heat blow
i don’t want a boring b~tch, i just want a freak hoe
hittin’ hoes like marshawn lynch
yeah, i’m stuck in beast mode
and my n~ggas dressed in all black, like some negros
we smokin’ dope
(we smokin’ dope) we smokin dope
i got the neck, then i dipped, i’m like f~ckin’ adios
b~tch, i’m feelin’ like i’m tay k, n~ggas murder what she wrote
that n~gga f~ckin’ crashin’ out, cause he ain’t had no hope
i’m gettin’ all these f~ckin’ presidents, but i ain’t f~ckin’ vote
yeah, my heart kinda cold, i got monclezy’ for the coat
[verse 3: kiuoro]
got goyard for the tote
gas the only thing i smoke
she wanna go on a trip
wok the only thing i sip
she give the neck, and then she dip
i get a zip, and then i flip
she a fan, she just wanted a lil’ fl!ck
i went ap up on my wrist
cartier on the lens
amg, big body benz
five percent tint on the window, so the b~tch can’t see in it
come do business with me, come and take a risk
mix the wocky with the brisk
just with my fit i’ll take your b~tch
[chrous: kiuoro]
this that chrome heart patch sh~t (what?)
new york rich sh~t (c’mon)
brand new ricks sh~t (yeah)
overseas with the brits sh~t (who?)
this might be new money, but i’m still gettin’ lit b~tch
had to upgrade to the penthouse, had to get up on my rich sh~t (turn me up)
[verse 4: del bandzz]
n~ggas got no motion, n~gga traded, kenny pickens
and that b~tch so bad, i might put her on a wishlist
driftin’ in a stick shift
white boy ballin’ in the court, he legitness
this sh~t get ridiculous
bop tried to f~ckin’ kiss me, but i said she got the d~ck lips
me and my n~ggas really flexin, it’s like we workin’ la fitness
spend the block like a fidget, i’m the golden ticket n~gge
i’m the golden ticket n~gge
f~ck
n~gga
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