Shrimp & Gritz

Ahem
Emilio
Hahahaha
Yeah Kaze mmm
She called me crazy I said no bitch I'm Kaze
Get it wrong again imma tie you to the front of a Maserati
And drive you off a fuckin cliff
Bitches try to get close, only let em get a whiff
Of this greatness
Yeah
My nigga oop will smoke until he's weightless
Once you listen to my shit, ya hooked like fish
Pussies use hammers, tools, nah man I use fists bitch
These hoes keep askin’ can you make a song about me?
Ard I gotchu’ song title we don't love these thotties
Hahaha bitch
Talk to em’
I don’t een understand how you pussies made it
I don’t een fuck wit niggas cuz’ they always hatin
Fuck these hoes and get a bag that’s the fucking basic
Pour a deuce in the double cup and now I’m faded
Yeah
Lemme talk to em’ for a lil bit yeah
Lemme talk to em’ for a lil bit yeah
Why ya voice change?
Ard I got it
They look up to me like imma star no constellation
They waiting for my shit to drop no constipation
Can’t fuck you shawty cuz’ you crabby like a crustacean
See the opps pull up shoot, no dribble moves no hesitation
Tried to tell you niggas I had bars incarcerated
Fucked around wit the pin and blew up I guess I grenaded
Why ya eyes so low?
Sorry officer I’m medicated
Shoutout to my haters
Aww damn look at what y’all created
You fuckin’ with the greatest (Yeah)
Lay a verse and fuckin’ slay it (What)
Wood to the face I’m rejuvenated
I'm activated
We sendin shots heading straight for ya dome
We don’t give a fuck where you from
So many goons got niggas thinkin I'm Al Capone
You a long way from home
So click ya heels three times and ya gone
And tell ya bitch stop hittin up my phone
Unless it’s bout’ that leopard print thong bitch
Then I'm bout’ to bone (Yeah)
Got so much ice on
Yeah I’ll make you double take
She grip my dick tight like a handshake
Better keep ya head on the swivel when ya box out
Or I’ll catch you slipping on the rebound
They try to take my thrown but you gotta take my crown
It’s Kaze