Kylie Kuzma Lyrics

Who are you without ZO2?
Just another dude with a bunch of tattoos
You ain't got no shoe, Nike wins, Kuz lose
Claiming that I can't shoot, but all these words is hitting you
Boy you talking crazy, why you try to play me?
You ain't on my level, you ain't famous as my baby
I'm working out daily, but I ain't posting it
And I would never stop a workout just to post a pic
You let 'em gas you up, thinking that you can't be touched
Coming from the outskirts of Flint, boy you ain't tough
Big Baller Brand getting bread, little Kuz is getting crumbs
We thumbing through that money, look at y'all, y'all is playing with your thumbs
Don't know who your daddy is, well your ass is getting sonned
We both taking shots, the only difference you ain't hitting none Usually do this shit for fun, but trust me boy I'm not the one
If you the bullet, I'm the gun, If you the pot, I'm cooking some
You want smoke, you can get it, dressing for attention
Trying to be Russell Westbrook, you just honorable mention
I'll kill you with a sentence, to me you just a peasant
Triple Bs is independent, Kuzmania can't reinvent it
Cause you ain't got the people, and you ain't got the sources
Put all your money in a Porsche, I dropped the check on horses
You better join the forces, with them main enforcers
Triple Bs is for the culture, your squad is a bunch of vultures
I'mma stop, you losing focus, reason why you dropped your courses
Need some more endorsements, one fleece, you think we didn't notice?

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