I just skirt off in a brand new scat
Take the shirt off, I got hella tats
Shit that I bought cost hella tax
Took a flight home, brought a bag to the trap
Jog to the bank, doing nothing but laugh
Spent that whole check on chrome, no cap
They be like, Kura, how you flex like that
Yeah, I ain't going broke
No, can't go out sad
Rock out the show
Got the whole crowd going mad
I'm upping the score
Like a goddamn running back
These niggas can't go tit for tat
These niggas can't go tit for tat
I'm on the road
Yeah the Troupe on go
Want ice so cold
I-I-I-I don't want no gold
Second street fit when I'm on the road
Celine and shit from head to toe
I ain't got time to be f*cking with hoes
Need a big booty bitch like Lana Rhoades
That hoe caught up
I don't even want her no
Bag from Prada
I just keep buying clothes
Highway cut up
Yeah, I'm f*cking up these roads
200 miles in the whip like yeah
Nigga f*ck 12, can't catch me yet
I just skirt off in a brand new scat
Take the shirt off, I got hella tats
Shit that I bought cost hella tax
Took a flight home, brought a bag to the trap
Jog to the bank, doing nothing but laugh
Spent that whole check on chrome, no cap
They be like, Kura, how you flex like that
Yeah, I ain't going broke
No, can't go out sad
Rock out the show
Got the whole crowd going mad
I'm upping the score
Like a goddamn running back
These niggas can't go tit for tat
These niggas can't go tit for tat
If you're not part of the Troupe, what the f*ck are you doing man?
KuraTalks - #titfortat Lyrics
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I just skirt off in a brand new scat
Take the shirt off, I got hella tats
Shit that I bought cost hella tax
Took a flight home, brought a bag to the trap
Jog to the bank, doing nothing but laugh
Spent that whole check on chrome, no cap
They be like, Kura, how you flex like that
Yeah, I ain't going broke
No, can't go out sad
Rock out the show
Got the whole crowd going mad
I'm upping the score
Like a goddamn running back
These niggas can't go tit for tat
These niggas can't go tit for tat
I'm on the road
Yeah the Troupe on go
Want ice so cold
I-I-I-I don't want no gold
Second street fit when I'm on the road
Celine and shit from head to toe
I ain't got time to be f*cking with hoes
Need a big booty bitch like Lana Rhoades
That hoe caught up
I don't even want her no
Bag from Prada
I just keep buying clothes
Highway cut up
Yeah, I'm f*cking up these roads
200 miles in the whip like yeah
Nigga f*ck 12, can't catch me yet
I just skirt off in a brand new scat
Take the shirt off, I got hella tats
Shit that I bought cost hella tax
Took a flight home, brought a bag to the trap
Jog to the bank, doing nothing but laugh
Spent that whole check on chrome, no cap
They be like, Kura, how you flex like that
Yeah, I ain't going broke
No, can't go out sad
Rock out the show
Got the whole crowd going mad
I'm upping the score
Like a goddamn running back
These niggas can't go tit for tat
These niggas can't go tit for tat
If you're not part of the Troupe, what the f*ck are you doing man?
Take the shirt off, I got hella tats
Shit that I bought cost hella tax
Took a flight home, brought a bag to the trap
Jog to the bank, doing nothing but laugh
Spent that whole check on chrome, no cap
They be like, Kura, how you flex like that
Yeah, I ain't going broke
No, can't go out sad
Rock out the show
Got the whole crowd going mad
I'm upping the score
Like a goddamn running back
These niggas can't go tit for tat
These niggas can't go tit for tat
I'm on the road
Yeah the Troupe on go
Want ice so cold
I-I-I-I don't want no gold
Second street fit when I'm on the road
Celine and shit from head to toe
I ain't got time to be f*cking with hoes
Need a big booty bitch like Lana Rhoades
That hoe caught up
I don't even want her no
Bag from Prada
I just keep buying clothes
Highway cut up
Yeah, I'm f*cking up these roads
200 miles in the whip like yeah
Nigga f*ck 12, can't catch me yet
I just skirt off in a brand new scat
Take the shirt off, I got hella tats
Shit that I bought cost hella tax
Took a flight home, brought a bag to the trap
Jog to the bank, doing nothing but laugh
Spent that whole check on chrome, no cap
They be like, Kura, how you flex like that
Yeah, I ain't going broke
No, can't go out sad
Rock out the show
Got the whole crowd going mad
I'm upping the score
Like a goddamn running back
These niggas can't go tit for tat
These niggas can't go tit for tat
If you're not part of the Troupe, what the f*ck are you doing man?
Writer: Osean Williams
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid