Cashskeet - Kuzma Lyrics

Ah, here we are, class. Take a look at Mars
Oh, Mars
It's the league, nigga
It's the summer, I feel Like Kuzma, I'm the MVP

I'm a League Player, and yo bitch want to PTP
Jumped off the porch at 14, it was me and Dee
Want a overnight, hell naw, you can't sleep with Skeet
Dawg was on that tough shit, now he on a tee

I'm a real trench, baby, like RTB
You wanna make racks every week, come sign to me
Fan want an autograph, let me sign the sneaks
She got a whole lot of ass, finna let me see

Today I'm off the Dior, but I ain't do the tee
Walk around the crib with her son, I'm just in my briefs
F*cked up off all these drugs, I can't even think
I know these people wish they Skeet

Piss me off, you gon' make me go grab 2-3
Thinkin' bout hitting the road, I'm gone for a week
We can go rack for rack, since you wanna see
Bitch thinkin' that I love her, I just wanna freak

Bitch thinkin' that I love her, she just for the streets
You mad that I touched her? She just wants the D
Catch a flight to the Yams, now I'm on the beach
Oh, you ain't know who I am? Now you finna see

Jump back in that mode, tryna touch a B
30 on me, feelin' just like Curry be
Talkin' bout your nigga who? But he don't worry me
Talkin' bout your nigga who? But won't kill a bee

I know a nigga f*cked up, said he a sniff of P
Heard you out here f*cked up, you can't even stack a G
Boy, you need good luck, cause you can't f*ck with me
And I roll with baby 19, it's stuck with me

Bitch wanna f*ck, nah, I don't want no company
But I'll take you out to eat, come get lunch with me
Or, you can sell that motherf*cker and get the fronts for me
Heard there's money on your head, bro, love' blood money

Put a 60 on it, you can't run from it
If you know, then you know, bitch, I love Drummond'
If you try to get off, then the thugs comin'