Lyrics

(You're not makin' this easy, Kyle) Nose runnin', shit, I shouldn't of took a break from juice (ooh, ooh) Double, triple, quadruple, shit, I made a eight from two (ooh, ooh) Nose runnin', shit, I shouldn't of took a break from juice (ooh, ooh)) Double, triple, quadruple, shit, I made a eight from two (ooh, ooh) Tryna tell me game, but I'm hip like a femur (ooh, ooh) Black and white bathing ape fully zipped, I'm a lemur (ooh, ooh) A.R.P. got some kick, make him twitch like a streamer (ooh, ooh) Got the drop from his rental plug, we tryna find the Bimmer (ooh, ooh) Actin' like Lil Baby, that don't work, you got four pockets flat (ooh, ooh) Ironic brodie caught it, when he hit him, doggy dropped his hat (ooh, ooh) Skinnies with the ripped, zombified like I got attacked (ooh, ooh) Life a movie script, but I promise I am not a act (ooh, ooh) Got the case dropped without a scratch, that's an otterbox Cuddy should've copped a coolin' kit, he got the chopper hot Do my shooters shoot? That's like askin' if a locker lock Caught a play in Syracuse, and stopped at the Copper Top Get his dog dropped with one button, like a shock collar (ooh, ooh) Eyes low as fuck, but the za', I pay top dollar (ooh, ooh) One, two, skip a few, ninety-nine, one hundred (ooh, ooh) I'm a baller, got my overall to ninety-nine, from nothin' (ooh, ooh) Diamonds on my neck, they water, boy, Bobby Boucher Had a Stilpane weekend, it's a wocky Tuesday By 2025, I'm tryna sell out little Caesars BabyTron, you know me, posin' with two middle fingers Being poor, an illness, and you don't need a diagnostic (ooh, ooh) If you saw me runnin', must've also seen a flyin' ostrich (ooh, ooh) Mad, I used to call dog my dawg, really, he a pussy (ooh, ooh) Actin' like he ball on Hall of Fame, really, he a rookie (ooh, ooh) Before I shroom up, grab my passport, I'm finna trip Nose runny as a bitch, it take some Tris Need a sip, I'm feelin' sick (you're not makin' this easy, Kyle) Nose runnin', shit, I shouldn't of took a break from juice (ooh, ooh) Double, triple, quadruple, shit, I made a eight from two (ooh, ooh) Nose runnin', shit, I shouldn't of took a break from juice (ooh, ooh) Double, triple, quadruple, shit, I made a eight from two (ooh, ooh) Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh (Ooh), if life was Roblox, you ain't got no fuckin' Robux (ooh)
Writer(s): James Johnson, Byekyle Byekyle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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