K-O-Z
K-O-Z, K-O-Z, K-O-Z
Oh yeah
Ah, ah
I done told you (Yeah I told you), this shit Beyond Koz (What?)
I done told you (I done told you), we the ones on top (We the ones)
I done told you, this shit Beyond Koz (This is)
I done told you (I done told you), we the ones on top (Yeah)
Niggas fightin' over nun', bitches fightin' over nun'
The watch came and it bust down, and I'm flexing this shit for the fun
I gotta st- (come on)
I gotta stop that shit for the one, I gotta pop my shit for the money
Niggas stayin' too close, clutching my gun
Made that boy roll over, it's all over
Steppin' up too close, talk to the sun
Me and my gang, touching up my hunduns
Kicking that boy down, just like a punt
My philosophy's like Socrates, I keep it P
Asked you once, I asked you twice, so why you lie to me?
We ain't gon' talk about it
We gettin' these new deposits
Stackin' I can't close my wallet
Uppin' this shit, cause a riot
Like Michael, I'm on a big money chase, yeah
Cuttin' us up in a Wraith, yeah
I didn't hear what you said, yeah
Chained up just like a slave
Come in this bitch, and we makin' it rave
Feeling like Carti, I came out the cave and I'm makin' it bang, I don't know what to say
I'm in the AMG, this not a range
I'm going crazy like I was deranged
What am I saying? I cannot explain
They tried to hurt me, but that was a game
I got out the lane
She know I don't give a fuck, I gave her the warning
Cash run it up, I count til' the morning
Hollow tips, gonna leave niggas mourning
This ain't a Bentley, bitch this is a foreign
You're not from around here, I know that you foreign
I'm sorry, lil' baby, you can't come anymore
You just another that walk out the door
I cannot trust you no more
I done told you, I done told you I done told you, I done told you, (I done told you)
We the ones on top (We the ones),
I done told you, this shit Beyond Koz (This is)
I done told you (I done told you), we the ones on top (Yeah)
Niggas fightin' over nun', bitches fightin' over nun'
The watch came and it bust down, and I'm flexing this shit for the fun
I gotta st- (come on)
I gotta stop that shit for the one, I gotta pop my shit for the money
I gotta talk my shit, y'all nun'
Yeah, talk
All of y'all talk
All of y'all talk like a rat to the cops
Fentanyl rock on my wrist it ain't stop
NNE the wave, while you slavin' on the clock
My wrist colder than the Tundra
Her name Kisha, he just sold her
Give me the keys, I need to hold 'em
I'm in the streets, gettin' the breesh, but now I'm pounds and ounces over
You want a feat, you get a fee, so don't say I'm taxin' I told ya