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Kuttybear - Nike Bag (feat. Kiddai) Lyrics



Kuttybear - Nike Bag (feat. Kiddai) Lyrics
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Yea yea
Who gone test me
Niggas ballin like we tryna get a Espy
I'll pop out this bitch if they let me
In my Nike bag baby who gone check me
Yea who gone test me
Niggas ballin like we tryna get a Espy
I'll pop out this bitch if they let me
In my Nike bag baby who gone check me
Hop hop out this whip
Lookin like Golems with stones on my wrist
Princess cut diamonds want those on my bitch
Treat her like Mariah when she come to my crib
But I nicknamed her Korra how that lil' pussy bend
Won't post no DMs but know broski sick
Got pics of his BM so he must know I hit
I woke up this PM more hoes on my list
I can't f*ck with no broad if she can't hold my Switch
Tell the bank teller when she count out my crisps
That I need em all blue like my shit made by crips
Broski do fraud but that shit so legit
Bank account numbers on checks when they print
The f*ck I look like rockin Lanvins and shit
Still got that 2008 fashion drip
Got money withdrawals overseas when I trip
But they already know why I'm here like I'm Lynch
Yea
Who gone test me
Niggas ballin like we tryna get a Espy
I'll pop out this bitch if they let me
In my Nike bag baby who gone check me
Yea
Who gone test me
Niggas ballin like we tryna get a Espy
I'll pop out this bitch if they let me
In my Nike bag baby who gone check me
Okay let's get it now
I'm doing 435s on 435
With a thick bitch named Robin who tryna blur the line
It's hard to concentrate on the top and drive
But she right up out that skirt when I skrrt the tires
I swear she like me bad
She can see a future with me I'm nothing like her past
Told me her nigga know about me and wanna have a chat
But when you see me know that semi in my Nike bag
Aye who gone check me? They don't know me like a substitute
You can't test me
I been scheming with the homies
They Edd and Eddy
All this new paper got me posted up in New York
But they gone read all about it if a nigga press me
I know that's extra extra but if I catch ya dead ya
My glock hungry but that 38 special
I'm solid as a metal ain't no fold in me steel
Aye keep it real Imma tell you how I feel and be like
Yea who gone test me
Niggas ballin like we tryna get a Espy
I'll pop out this bitch if they let me
In my Nike bag baby who gone check me yea
Get lost and find God that's the recipe
Movin like a big dawg I'm they pet peeve
Chasin tails you only go what's in your reach
No ambition no transition you a set piece
Kiddai yea I'm feelin like a vet
This is not a leap of faith cause I can tell you what is next
Watch me run these numbers up the way I handle all my debts
It's just me but I sound like Stampede when I step
And these niggas ain't no threat
Nigga walkin on sunshine
Cut through with these dope rhymes
What you couldn't do with a gun and knife
Mess with us it's suicide
Have em on the run put him on the line
Niggas only got one time unless your soul is divine
So rich yea cause my soul rich
For all this dope I'm cookin' up you'd think I'd make a stove flick
Get my pen and go I won't reload until they cold and stiff
You been killin for a while but I just see you noticin
Imma pick my bros up like we at an open gym
I'm focused in on the fourth and ten
I'm goin for the win
They ain't gone delay your game if they make you snap again
Stand for something tie it down
Or let them rope you in
Kid
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Yea yea
Who gone test me
Niggas ballin like we tryna get a Espy
I'll pop out this bitch if they let me
In my Nike bag baby who gone check me
Yea who gone test me
Niggas ballin like we tryna get a Espy
I'll pop out this bitch if they let me
In my Nike bag baby who gone check me
Hop hop out this whip
Lookin like Golems with stones on my wrist
Princess cut diamonds want those on my bitch
Treat her like Mariah when she come to my crib
But I nicknamed her Korra how that lil' pussy bend
Won't post no DMs but know broski sick
Got pics of his BM so he must know I hit
I woke up this PM more hoes on my list
I can't f*ck with no broad if she can't hold my Switch
Tell the bank teller when she count out my crisps
That I need em all blue like my shit made by crips
Broski do fraud but that shit so legit
Bank account numbers on checks when they print
The f*ck I look like rockin Lanvins and shit
Still got that 2008 fashion drip
Got money withdrawals overseas when I trip
But they already know why I'm here like I'm Lynch
Yea
Who gone test me
Niggas ballin like we tryna get a Espy
I'll pop out this bitch if they let me
In my Nike bag baby who gone check me
Yea
Who gone test me
Niggas ballin like we tryna get a Espy
I'll pop out this bitch if they let me
In my Nike bag baby who gone check me
Okay let's get it now
I'm doing 435s on 435
With a thick bitch named Robin who tryna blur the line
It's hard to concentrate on the top and drive
But she right up out that skirt when I skrrt the tires
I swear she like me bad
She can see a future with me I'm nothing like her past
Told me her nigga know about me and wanna have a chat
But when you see me know that semi in my Nike bag
Aye who gone check me? They don't know me like a substitute
You can't test me
I been scheming with the homies
They Edd and Eddy
All this new paper got me posted up in New York
But they gone read all about it if a nigga press me
I know that's extra extra but if I catch ya dead ya
My glock hungry but that 38 special
I'm solid as a metal ain't no fold in me steel
Aye keep it real Imma tell you how I feel and be like
Yea who gone test me
Niggas ballin like we tryna get a Espy
I'll pop out this bitch if they let me
In my Nike bag baby who gone check me yea
Get lost and find God that's the recipe
Movin like a big dawg I'm they pet peeve
Chasin tails you only go what's in your reach
No ambition no transition you a set piece
Kiddai yea I'm feelin like a vet
This is not a leap of faith cause I can tell you what is next
Watch me run these numbers up the way I handle all my debts
It's just me but I sound like Stampede when I step
And these niggas ain't no threat
Nigga walkin on sunshine
Cut through with these dope rhymes
What you couldn't do with a gun and knife
Mess with us it's suicide
Have em on the run put him on the line
Niggas only got one time unless your soul is divine
So rich yea cause my soul rich
For all this dope I'm cookin' up you'd think I'd make a stove flick
Get my pen and go I won't reload until they cold and stiff
You been killin for a while but I just see you noticin
Imma pick my bros up like we at an open gym
I'm focused in on the fourth and ten
I'm goin for the win
They ain't gone delay your game if they make you snap again
Stand for something tie it down
Or let them rope you in
Kid
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Writer: Rishard Wade, Chris Hill, Carlos Fritz
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Language: English
Length: 4:00
Written by: Rishard Wade, Chris Hill, Carlos Fritz

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