Kryptonite

That hoe might be taller than me, but I stand on my bands, that's extra height

I can't take a broke ****'s advice Tryna eat off my plate, you're not gettin' a slice

I done fell in love with blue faces, she wanna fuck, I'm like, "yeah, aight"

She gon' come to the crib tonight, she foldin' for me, i'm her kryptonite

Got pape on me, **** like origami, I might just fold your bitch

All this ice on me, put your hand on my wrist, you'll see how cold it get

And I been on top of my shit, but **** back then wouldn't notice it (damn)

She bad, but I can't cuff, so ain't no way she can get in my whip (damn)

If I see the bag in my field of vision, it's gon' turn to a track race

I was pullin' her hair too hard, she went back to her ****, but now she got bad lace

On the road to the fuckin' riches, I'ma keep on goin' hard till my last day

I been, stop listenin' to opinions, I'ma only listen to what the bag say

My bankroll taller than Eiffel, but I never been to Paris

You fuck that hoe, you can keep that hoe, my fault, I don't do no sharin'

Pop out in designer, she wan' fuck with me, cause she see what I'm wearin'

Don't be mad, cause your hoe starin', bitch-ass **** you can go get buried

I pop my shit irl, **** not turnt in real life

She used to fuckin' with lame ****, now she with me and she like what it feel like

I wasn't tryna do you that way, my fault it's over

Gave the bitch a cold shoulder, she tryna hop in a rover

That hoe might be taller than me, but I stand on my bands, that's extra height

I can't take a broke ****'s advice Tryna eat off my plate, you're not gettin' a slice

I done fell in love with blue faces, she wanna fuck, I'm like, "yeah, aight"

She gon' come to the crib tonight, she foldin' for me, i'm her kryptonite

Got pape on me, **** like origami, I might just fold your bitch

All this ice on me, put your hand on my wrist, you'll see how cold it get

And I been on top of my shit, but **** back then wouldn't notice it (damn)

She bad, but I can't cuff, so ain't no way she can get in my whip (damn)

If I see the bag in my field of vision, it's gon' turn to a track race

I was pullin' her hair too hard, she went back to her ****, but now she got bad lace

On the road to the fuckin' riches, I'ma keep on goin' hard till my last day

I been, stop listenin' to opinions, I'ma only listen to what the bag say