Shad Da God – Kilo lyrics

[Chorus]
Some of y'all must've lost y'all mind
Some of y'all must've lost y'all mind
Some of y'all must've lost y'all mind
Done made me cry, cry, cry
Some of y'all must've lost y'all mind
Some of y'all must've lost y'all mind
Some of y'all must've lost y'all mind
It done made me cry, cry, cry
I done got slimed and turned slime
They about to give me all of the time
I'ma wipe they nose this time
I'ma make his hoe fuck mines
I'ma make they bankroll mine
All of his pocket into mine
Don't give a fuck 'bout doin' crime
These niggas really green like lime

[Verse 1]
In a hotel smokin' with a nine
Got your bitch and she gettin' poured up like a line
New Patek, it's a freak, and it cost sixty-nine
I'm finessin' the street and I'm fuckin' with that mine
I'm finessin' the beat off the top of my mind
Ridin' 'round with three guns 'cause they got it on they mind
Always talkin' 'bout they get money like a nigga but they lyin'
Come to find out they was too burnt out, they was fryin'
Some bankrolls in the air and your gang signs
Poppin' Tech, body shop, Drake in the long body
Shad don't kill him, he ain't worth it, he ain't nobody
On the Instagram game, know you niggas ain't 'bout it
I pull up, shootin' at the car, smokin' like my daddy
I hop out the car old lame ass boy
I'm a bankroll boy, I ain't never been a toy
Every nigga that I know sell weed here boy
You can hear the codeine and lean in my voice
Put the bitches on the bean or the coke, make a choice
I was havin' way too much drip, she was moist
I just had to fuck two freak hoes, I was forced
Need stop fuckin' niggas' baby mamas, oh lord
They don't want beef nigga, they don't even want soy
I don't even wanna talk 'cause they don't even want chicken
They just want to take pussy, they just want to keep flickin'


[Chorus]
Some of y'all must've lost y'all mind
Some of y'all must've lost y'all mind
Some of y'all must've lost y'all mind
Done made me cry, cry, cry
Some of y'all must've lost y'all mind
Some of y'all must've lost y'all mind
Some of y'all must've lost y'all mind
It done made me cry, cry, cry
I done got slimed and turned slime
They about to give me all of the time
I'ma wipe they nose this time
I'ma make his hoe fuck mines
I'ma make they bankroll mine
All of his pocket into mine
Don't give a fuck 'bout doin' crime
These niggas really green like lime

[Verse 2]
Ooh, these niggas green
And that ho runnin' round the spot on clean
Ooh, they bustin' out my jeans
I pull up with these motherfuckers bustin' out my jeans
Shad boy, I'm a menace
In West Hollywood in a Lamborghini
Soho high, sippin' on martini
Smokin' on a back with me, that's really rich to me
Acorn lean in my kidney
I'm not in Houston but I'm gettin' high like Whitney
I'm double servin' nigga P's, no Diddy
I'm back to show 'em who the mafia in the city
I'm back to tango through the south side where it's gritty
I'm back to put an old nat right on the fifty
I'm back to lovin' watch an old nigga snort a sixty
We back to posted Rockefeller with the sixties
Pounds, bricks, fishes
My niggas in the swat got wrists
Zone 3 nigga 'bout chickens
I can't really tell who the richest
FN ain't holdin' nothin' but big shit
And I got extendo with the glizzy
You fuckin' with a motherfuckin' made man
We'll pull up sprayin' like a spray can


[Chorus]
Some of y'all must've lost y'all mind
Some of y'all must've lost y'all mind
Some of y'all must've lost y'all mind
Done made me cry, cry, cry
Some of y'all must've lost y'all mind
Some of y'all must've lost y'all mind
Some of y'all must've lost y'all mind
It done made me cry, cry, cry
I done got slimed and turned slime
They about to give me all of the time
I'ma wipe they nose this time
I'ma make his hoe fuck mines
I'ma make they bankroll mine
All of his pocket into mine
Don't give a fuck 'bout doin' crime
These niggas really green like lime