Konshi - padme Lyrics

My bitch look like Padme, your bitch look so nasty
Tell me what your cash say, I make a band on a bad day
She doing tricks, no ballet, she come back like boomerang
I'm in the Bentley Moussane, run shit up like Usain
Think I need some bug spray, that lil' boy a gnat
Really he just a brat, he ain't came from no flat
Give your dad back his gat, pussy boy stand on that
But he won't stand on shit, he Stephen Hawking
I got his bitch hawking, hold on, lock in, yeah
I ain't mean to be negative, but your music is sedative
Pussy boy think he competitive, pussy boy think he Eminem
Pussy boy way too sensitive, keep trying to flip the narrative
But I count racks, racks, racks, racks its consecutive
Shit its repetitive, all these fiends Osama
They keep blowing up my phone, tunnel vision on them commas
Told my mama ain't coming home
I got a pr-madonna, she bring the drama
Yeah, she bad to the bone, we smoking marijuana
Green like iguana, we both so f*cking stoned
We both so f*cking stoned, we both so f*cking high
None of this money I owed, none of this money I loaned
And that's no lie, everyday Konshi get fried
Everyday pussy boy try, it's gonna be the day he
Shhh, damn, everyday pussy boy f*ck around
It's gonna be the day he find out
That white boy just sold a pack, how the f*ck he slimed out
That lil' boy better give me my cash, or I'll put him in time out
Damn k, put him in time out, put him in time out
Put him in time out, put him in time out, time out
Damn, make a lot of money at a fast rate
So I bulletproof vest my chest plate
Got a bad-ass hoe like Kelly K
And she call me when she ovulate
Every time she get it, she celebrate
Me n the bag be correlatin
My bitch look like Padme, your bitch look so nasty
Tell me what your cash say, I make a band on a bad day
She doing tricks, no ballet, she come back like boomerang
I'm in the Bentley Moussane, run shit up like Usain
Think I need some bug spray, that lil' boy a gnat
Really he just a brat, he ain't came from no flat
Give your dad back his gat, pussy boy stand on that
But he won't stand on shit, he Stephen Hawking
I got his bitch hawking, hold on, lock in, yeah
I'm in my bag
He can't relate, no