open up - kyy lyrics
[chorus]
toot up the maybach, this ain’t no s*class
this some sh*t you can’t afford
you shouldn’t say that, i do not play that
this some sh*t you can’t control
she never been in a bentley for real
and she never seen her a rolls
i never gave y’all the method for real
cause that just ain’t how this sh*t go
this b*tch asked me where my manners at
cause i ain’t open up the door
you steady askin’ where the b*tches at
but you can’t open up a hoe’s legs
the maybach white like cocaine
i ain’t trippin’ bout your trust lil’ b*tch just go, dang
i might go hop on a jet, and beat up this b*tch p*ssy in atlanta
shе suckin’ my d*ck like she blowin’ a swisher, shе drink me up like some fanta
”you do not know what i do”
i might just go tax that lil’ b*tch for that banter
i’m bout to sleep just to clear my mind, that sh*t blew me like a candle (phew)
[bridge]
(yeah, the lil b*tch blew my mind)
(i’m bout to go hit the hay, yeah)
(just to clear my mind)
(i said, no lil b*tch, you cannot f*ck with the guys)
(you switching your story up now, and you telling me lies)
[verse]
i pop a tesla, in a tesla, at the tesla dealership
pop another tesla, get your check up, i can tell you not about your business
so many pointers in the watch, it took a lil comma out of my bank
then i said, f*ck all that money, and did me a show, and i made it all back
b*tch, your hoe threw it back in my face, and your lil’ b*tch tryna give me some cake
hop out the truck, and it’s swingin’ that drac
i went and hopped from the rango’ to range
i can’t decide bout the range or the wraith
i got a b*tch that’ll eat it for some pape
she suck my d*ck till i bust on her face
in the bentley bentayga, she suckin’ the gang
real quick to tell a b*tch no, and i’m real quick to go f*ck yo’ hoe
look at my wrist, it’s on snow cone
when yo’ b*tch see the diamonds, she gon’ go
i keep a pistol, i’m packin’ that pressure
yo’ b*tch wanna suck me up, i might just let her
go bentley truck, we finna f*ck up the leather
f*ck money up, i blew a bag on my dental (ugh)
[chorus]
toot up the maybach, this ain’t no s*class
this some sh*t you can’t afford
you shouldn’t say that, i do not play that
this some sh*t you can’t control
she never been in a bentley for real
and she never seen her a rolls
i never gave y’all the method for real
cause that just ain’t how this sh*t go
this b*tch asked me where my manners at
cause i ain’t open up the door
you steady askin’ where the b*tches at
but you can’t open up a hoe’s legs
the maybach white like cocaine
i ain’t trippin’ bout your trust lil’ b*tch just go, dang
i might go hop on a jet, and beat up this b*tch p*ssy in atlanta
she suckin’ my d*ck like she blowin’ a swisher, she drink me up like some fanta
”you do not know what i do”
i might just go tax that lil’ b*tch for that banter
i’m bout to sleep just to clear my mind, that sh*t blew me like a candle (phew)
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