Mbappe (feat. Slimjoe & Bornsinner)

Joe Constance, Joshua Hendricks, Logan Cornelius

Never miss, dawg
I get hard to reach when I'm pissed off
I can't trust my dawg cause he switched up
I'm gon' cut you off, you try to do me wrong
If you fuckin' with the opps then
You be comin' up, can't be playin' both sides
Only real ones by my side
If I call them they gon' slide
Can't afford to waste my time
Cause there's money on my mind
Plus there's demons trapped inside
In the night they come alive
Like a tik kop on his grind
I gotta bleed for this shit
I gotta leave who I was and become who I is in this bitch
All eyes on me, I can't freeze
Only my necklace
Let it gliss on my wrist
I want that and I want this
I want everything in here
Call my plug and let's get lit
She comin' over to play a little
She gon' stay a little
We gon' say too little
Too much riddles, too little
Fiddle meet in the middle, foot on the pedal
Green light, styrofoam got her knees fightin
R.I.P. my baby's dyin
In her mouth my damn pipe
Finger in her at the same time
Yeah, she nasty how I like mine
She's a ten, friends likewise
Independent that's my type
After the club, we pickin' it up
I'm takin' her home, I'm tagging along
I don't give a fuck , I'm up in the club
You know I get lit, bitch
Suck On this dick bitch
Uh, uh, uh, I hear all this talkin
I ain't see no action
Uh, I been on the move
Takin' that bag but don't unpack it
Cause I been stackin', stackin', stackin' like some fractions
I might blow that bag on the bag cause I'm always gassin
Put a L on my chain, I got nothin' to lose
Come out the West, got em' throwin' a W
W-W-7-5-8-0-dot-com
Don't talk on the web , we go hit you on sight
I ain't tellin' no lie, don't call me fam
I ain't familiar to all of that cap
Cut all the fake shit
Rather keep it real, they gon' hate it
Left me in the basement
Now I'm poppin' off, please excuse them for their faces
For their faces
You better stop it
You better stop it
I set the game up a notch
You get the ball and you drop it
When I'm killin' these beats , gon' drop dead
Yo, we got the key but we locked in
Still, don't give a fuck about a hater
Huh, still
We in the cut like a Razor
Had to be faded, don't need no taper, uh
Still, I came to kill, I keep it real
On the field, I am Kylian
Still, I keep it real
On the field, I'ma k, I'ma kylian
Mbappe, Mbappe
Fuck, I'm way too cool with it
They hate how I'm movin' it
They just tryna ruin it, but
I'm never losin' it
I keep my cool with it
They hate what we do with it
They hate that we provin' it
All my dawgs go stupid, shit
Give it a minute to run back
When we up, you wanna come back
Never had to make a comeback
Ain't even put myself on yet
I'm in the club , but ain't ball yet
Cause I know it's part of the process
I'm just tryna make progress
But I move too cautious
Always wonder when I stop it
Probably when I'm a topic of discussion
We never discuss it
We just come through and we bust it
And this shit happen repeatedly
We just pull up and we kill the beat
Feel like I'm writing hibituaries
Damn, feel like I'm writing hibituaries
Boys we pull up and we kill the beat
Ah

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