Kilo - Shad Da God

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

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'

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

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

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