Lyrics 3SKII - KANKAN

3SKII

I fell in love with the seals, I mix the Wock' with the Tris
Yeah, I just popped two pills, yeah, now I'm higher than a bitch
I ain't sign no new deal, I'm mixin' Wock' with the Tris
That's how it go in the field, we get the drop from your bitch
Yeah, we get the drop from your ho
I'm in LA smokin' on dope
I'm in LA blowin' on Metro
Smoke 'em, boom 'em, we give the opps headstones
She a groupie, his ho keep her head down
On the move, ain't gettin' no rest, ho
Make a movie with this ho givin' head
Shout out to my dog in the feds
Move wrong, red dot on his head
Yeah, yeah
Move wrong and we leavin' you dead
All these Runtz got a nigga so sick
New Chrome Heart crosses all red
New pole, Gen5, that bitch dead
The stones on froze, baguetties
New drop-top Bentley, this ho givin' head and she don't need no restin'
In a relationship with these meds, yeah, we goin' three years steady
I'm ridin' around, yeah, all through town, nigga, yeah, ridin' with that fetti,
huh
I gotta tell you, that bitch chop you down, nigga, like Jason and Freddy
New Draco, it'll chop you down, nigga, don't got machete
Blow the Gen4 like confetti, huh, blow the Draco like confetti
It's fuck 12, if I get jammed up, you know that I ain't confessin'
The rent up, gotta just cut off these hoes, these hoes blockin' they blessings
Yeah, yeah, huh, these hoes blockin' they blessings
I just recouped on my deal, you know these racks gettin' spent
Ain't sign no new deal, recoup all the racks, lil' bitch
Hop in and made a few mil' and went and put rocks on my bitch
We in Skyami, yeah, just for the night, huh, nigga, just for the week
And my lil' nigga still scrapin' the pipe, look like he signed to the streets
Gotta keep Gen5, gotta keep me a pipe, lil' nigga, you know we OD
And we on defense, stuck in the deep end, you know I'm keepin' it P
Nigga, no cheap shit, nigga, RIP shit, you know I'm keepin' it ski
I'm in the deep end, mixin' up codeine, nigga, with my ice
We havin' motion, you know it's right there when you know that we payin' that
price
We by the ocean, I'm changin' the weather, I'm rockin' Margiela with ice
We in Booby Trap, yeah, with these racks, throwin' racks all the way to the roof
In the Bentley truck way in the back, niggas told, you tellin' the truth