Kayc - Studio Lyrics

(Yeah Yeah)
(It's KayC baby)
Pull up to the trap where the drug dealers be
KayC with the Draco yeah I'm strapped with the heat
You taking one of ours its a war not a beef
You wanna f*ck around? Bitch we posted on your street
My demons wipe a nose, they stay strapped up with that steel
You talking on the internet man this shit for real
We smoking boof (Boof)
You smoking dro (Dro)
I just f*cked your bitch in my studio (Studio)
We going up (Up)
And laying low (Low)
Your bitch sucked my dick for a bag of blow
Pouring muddy in my cup got my vision hella blurry
When im working on the road tell her "baby dont you worry"
Diamonds dancing on my neck, they be frozen like McFlurry
Aquafina on my drip I know I got your mans worried
Yeah I just poured up a deuce in my cup (In my cup)
I'm rocking double G from the bottom up (Bottom up)
I cannot f*ck with no thotties cause they dubs (Cause they dubs)
If you tryna f*ck with me, bitch gotta double up (Double up)
I'm swerving lane to lane in that Koenigsegg (Skrt skrt)
The way she twerking, I don't think she need any legs (Buss it down)
She wanna f*ck, she wanna f*ck up in my studio (F*ck)
We dripping, KayC got the f*cking pole
JJay wipe your f*cking nose
Pull up to your party got the Carti's on me
Blue tints on the Buffs, cost me like 3 g'z
YSL, Louis V, Bitch my drip is too clean
I'm sipping on hi-tech, and I'm rolling off a bean
Tick tock, tick tock, rollie on my wrist its bust down
Bop bop bop, we just shot him, f*cking man down
Stop stop stop, quarter on me finna touchdown
Bop bop bop don't f*ck with us now
I'm smoking loud you can tell by the smell (By the smell)
We shooting shots, yeah we give em boys hell
I'm dripping like a f*cking hype beast (Hype beast)
That's why your bitch wanna be my side piece (Side piece)
I drank so much codeine this shit taking over
Your bitch buss it down in that new FashionNova
She coming to my stu, yeah she gone bend it over (Bend it over)
I got so many bitches, I feel like I am Sosa (Bang bang)
If I got it imma flip it
For that profit imma whip it
Fendi, Prada bitch im dripping
Double c's on her kitten
F*cking on any bitch, I don't care if she Christian
She gone come to my crib then she get to skinny dipping
Buss it down on the low
Bitch go strip on the pole
She gone buss it down on the low for a G she gone roll
Yeah she gone roll, she gone buss it down at the f*cking studio
She coming thru she gone buss it down in the studio
Got your girl on me, she another groupie hoe
She shake that shit up and down on the f*cking stopper pole
Hit the bank, take out a hunnid, she want some ones imma get some more
Cartier's on my face, they cost me a big knot
Packing up my Russian with a pack full of opps
She wanna f*ck with KayC but bitch you a bop
Drop it down low can you make that shit f*cking pop? (Pop)
(Yeah It's KayC baby)