KIM IMPOSSIBLE (feat. KRAIGASTORIA)

Aight I gotchu I gotchu

Say what

Say what

say what

Say wassup

Say wassup

(Aye)

Say wassup

(Aye)

Say wassup

(Aye)

(Aye)

(Aye)

I need two-hundred bands in the bit

Baby you gon pass the ball play off yo assist

You like Kim impossible tell me what's the sitch

Girl I'm in a rush trynna get you to the crib

(Huh)

What it is in my dreams

Catch me driving in a Benz aye wait

I'm wit Kraig you should pull up wit yo friends that's ok

Every time a **** go I'm the guy like the sensei

So I sense hate give a fuck bout what yo man say

He at home while dipping down yo pants bae

You gon break his heart so bad that he gon need a doctor

Book the flight we out to Holland way back hit Long Island

Leave a note baby fuck that **** tell him count some commas

(Hah)

I need two-hundred bands in the bit

Baby you gon pass the ball play off yo assist

You like Kim impossible tell me what's the sitch

Girl I'm in a rush trynna get you to the crib

(Huh)

(Huh)

(Hey)

(Aye)

(Aye)

(Aye)

And she just make me wanna hit the switch

She don't wanna turn the page

She just trynna flip the script

Baby come and drive me crazy

I'm just trynna take a trip aye

That's all it is aye

So what's the sitch?

I heard you like them guys that can double as your bitch

Like fifty Fenty pallets couldn't make a better pic

(Aye)

Shawty picture perfect I'm just trying to take a flick

I've been moving Uber fast but now I'd rather take a Lyft

And that shit Kvizer pink

It's those times you ain't got to think

She got a face no time to blink

I'm in a race out in Ossining

**** been hungry we don't even use plates

Y'all been sleep y'all don't even know dates

She want a wedding ring but we ain't even use a date

Made all her exes lose confidence that shit is common sense

I been the first pic I don't wait in line just please use your common sense

Y'all **** want beef I don't got the time

Yeah we are some opposites

I think that girl bad when she trynna teach

I want all the competence

I got me a bag it's not full of green it's just full of compliments

And I'll make him disappear my magic wand just might appear

Tell the reaper I don't fear I'd breathe the fog to make it clear

I wouldn't have even made it here

My friends my drive they help me steer

I said I wouldn't shed a tear but I hate the hood when you're not here

(Hah)

I need two-hundred bands in the bit

Baby you gon pass the ball play off yo assist

You like Kim impossible tell me what's the sitch

Girl I'm in a rush trynna get you to the crib

(Huh)

(Huh)