Kehlani
    (专辑: TTB: STREETS CHOSE ME - 2021)
    
    (Ayo, pass that)   My bitch bad Kehlani  Yellow bone like Imani  Bitch your boyfriend don't even try me  My shooter, my shooter, Jelani  I'm on my last pill  Plug out of town still  Locked in that stu' for real  Been up for days, that Xan' gon' heal  My bitches be fake friends  Fauni keep tabs on the 
kid  I 
don't try to understand  They can't even make sense of that shit  Spun out 'round the 
[?] juice on my shirt, need a 
magic marker  AMGs to the 
Bimmer truck, black German armor   Chevy Camaro 2.0 liter, turbocharger  Four-cylinder engine, rev it up, rev it up, go a 
lil' harder  These niggas forgot who helped em' out when they was down bad  At least y'all show true colors, crusty, crusty crabs  Gangbanging niggas need to throw in the 
towel  Switching up, switching up flags  These broke ass niggas afraid to fight  Ruger sit on my lap  Chicago, Atlanta and Chatt'  [?] mailing in vacuum bags  Forty-five for exotic  Tax fifteen 'cause you ain't gon' find it  You ain't even my partner  Got gang tailing your whip, finna rob you  Not impressed by no Jesus piece  Don't get that, need to boss up  Folks come around, we hit in a 
gym  [?] scheming, I 
seen your plot  Shawty too sleep, shawty a 
sheep  [?] that's worse than being a 
thot  If I'm scaring hoes with my thoughts, she better off being a 
bot  Shawty too sleep, she a 
sheep  [?] that's worse than being a 
nasty thot  Full speed ahead, GPS taking us to ascension  I 
pilot this spaceship on shrooms  Buckle up, we hitting another dimension  G 
Wagon, shock-absorbing  G 
550, feel suspension  Whipping that brand new Bentayga Bentley  Coming in hot with fierce intention  Whipping that brand new Bentayga Bentley  Coming in hot with fierce intention  Coming in hot with fierce intention  Coming in hot with fierce intention   My bitch bad Kehlani  Yellow bone like Imani  Bitch your boyfriend don't even try me  My shooter, my shooter, Jelani  I'm on my last pill  Plug out of town still  Locked in that stu' for real  Been up for days, that Xan' gon' heal  My bitches be fake friends  Fauni keep tabs on the 
kid  I 
don't try to understand  They can't even make sense of that shit  Spun out 'round the 
[?] juice on my shirt, need a 
magic marker  AMGs to the 
Bimmer truck, black German armor