Kiss Em Peace - Lil Keed, Young Thug

It might not matter to you, but it matter to me

Put a Panamera top and suede on the seats

Yeah, I caught a French bitch, she kiss my wee-wee-wee

Yeah, I copped the zaza bags and a brick of icy

And they wonder how I rock the mink in hundred degrees

'Cause I’m in AC, my heat on M16

My pockets on ATM, I’m on this ATV

If I ever catch an opp, know I kiss them peace

I ain’t never have run-ins with old girls (Never ever)

I ain’t never gon' punt, boy, I’ma score (Never ever)

Been a boss nigga, I ain’t never do no chores

And they already know I’m too sharp like swords

Hit your block up with Berettas and more

Tell my white bitch and my black bitch make a s’more

Yeah, they hate seein' me win, it hurt to the core

Get active, yeah, we add fire to the fuel

I ain’t comin' home tonight, don’t leave the light on

Ain’t goin' for nothin', find another nigga to plot on

I buy your block, bitch, partners and buy homes

I know real don dadas and vatos

It might not matter to you, but it matter to me

Put a Panamera top and suede on the seats

Yeah, I caught a French bitch, she kiss my wee-wee-wee

Yeah, I copped the zaza bags and a brick of icy

And they wonder how I rock the mink in hundred degrees

'Cause I’m in AC, my heat on M16

My pockets on ATM, I’m on this ATV

If I ever catch an opp, know I kiss them peace

Yeah, if I kiss that bitch, it ain’t the same

Sixteen shooters on a twenty-passenger plane

Wifi on the jet just in case I text my main

I ain’t tryna tell you, ain’t tryna talk, I up the stain

Might not matter to you but it matter to me

Take a bitch out to Peru, let her drink out a tree

My lil' brother hard-headed, I just gotta let him be

She suck me in the bathroom, let me bust on her teeth

Quit droppin' roses on the casket, ain’t romantic

But I ain’t go to DeVry, I don’t understand it

I’m tired of fightin' my problems with Xanax

First time my mama told me, «Boy, get manly"(Man up, nigga)

Just bought my mama a house and it’s in my business name (Yeah)

Soon as I cashed out, that’s when my credit came

It’s hard to see, but I know a snitch inside of every gang

I told her, «Mices and rats, yeah, they shred the same»

It might not matter to you, but it matter to me

Put a Panamera top and suede on the seats

Yeah, I caught a French bitch, she kiss my wee-wee-wee

Yeah, I copped the zaza bags and a brick of icy

And they wonder how I rock the mink in hundred degrees

'Cause I’m in AC, my heat on M16

My pockets on ATM, I’m on this ATV

If I ever catch an opp, know I kiss them peace