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Finer Things

Finer Things

Kid Caprio

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Now they all tell me I’m greater
But I just stick to the bag
And I get to the mag
And lil bitch I ain’t talking that fader
I’m sorry that we could never relate
While you been hating
I’m getting that paper
And these all of these bitches been all on my dick
And i know you that you sick of my wicked behavior
Not getting it later
I need the shit now
Bitch talk shit then click clack blow
People been waiting to hear the shit loud
Don’t like to faded with hitters around
Bitches been sucking my dick for the sound
Get a little bit of it
Get em a flow
But I’m still hitting it when I’m in town
Cause cause how she fit it in
When it get low
Stealing these hoes
I’m with the take
Whipping in the ghost
Still dripping with the lake
Dipping with the bros
I’m getting an estate
And them bitches getting close
I’m finna get a gate
Suede denim with the clothes
I’m dripping in the saint
Stay in the centerfolds
Them bitches in the way
They switching into hoes
They missing in a day
So hit em with a pose
I’m twisting with a J
They say mayday
I say Maybach
Maintain same lane rain flame slang crack
Fucking this bitch
She in all my hits
And mitch he still trynna get his chain back
Then you better stay strapped
Cause they hidden with a lurk
Got head so big cant fit it in a shirt
Oh that’s old kid he spitting with the work
Got fed no bib I’m sitting with the smirk
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Still same teeth
Running for the mill
So the grill ain’t cheap
Shit just another bill
On the real cant sleep
Til I’m fucking up a deal and them lils hate me
I’m the real KD
I feel lately went from running up a hill
To the real AB and I still cant breathe
Bitches be hating
But really they waiting to fill they sleeve
Did the pills make peep
Y’all just be hoes
Go bang skeet and i gotta reload
I don’t make peace ill make that thing blow
And i don’t claim streets but you really need know
Herro Heat flow
Walk it like a Migo
Got a rocket in the pocket
That them bitches deepthroat
My balling on Stockton
Look at he go
I ain’t calling it a top ten
When I need more
Hold up Hold up
Lil bro a mess
I just poured up some soda
I’m finna float up with the rest
I’m finna throw up
Chilling rolling with the stress
I’m finna roll up
Hit it hold it in your chest
Riding riding into space
All them bitches be hiding
And i been sliding with the chase
Them bitches fighting
Still deciding with the case
Shit alright then I’m finna try the finer things
Now im finna roll me a blunt
Bitches be walking all phonie
And calling me homie
And wanting to know me to stunt
I never thought itd be lonely
I plotted it only
But why you be holding the cup
Bitch im with the 40
You know that its stuck
And i fuck til the morning
I dont even nut
Wait hold up g what
These bitches be shook
Plugging in the mac
Only time i need cook
Til im running with a plaque
And im yelling see look
Might get another rack
For the path that he took
Old teacher got mad i aint never read hooke
Young kid got swag like a young d. book
One bitch all bad
Take her back and eat good
Run shit off that
They just mad that he could
Whats bracking the hood?
Stack stacking that cake
Shit riding with a wood
Fat packing that grape
My tiding been good
Aint signing but should
Behind him is Suge
K rapping that tape
Bae grabbing that Bape
I stunt on the bitch
And stay tapping that vape
Like fuck it I’m rich
They acting as fake as the jackets they take
And im strapped with that drake
You end up in a ditch
And she fucking with a hitch
Young kid will smith
Outfit so cold
Think im finna feel lit
My shit so dope
My bitch know throat
How this fo quote
Finna get a mill quick
And it getting real thick
These bands dont lie
Man im finna kill rick these pants so fly
With a lil clique if she end up getting picked
I ain’t finna steal shit
Your mans know why
Hold up Hold up
Lil bro a mess
I just poured up some soda
I’m finna float up with the rest
I’m finna throw up
Chilling rolling with the stress
I’m finna roll up
Hit it hold it in your chest
Riding riding into space
All them bitches be hiding
And i been sliding with the chase
Them bitches fighting
Still deciding with the case
Shit alright then I’m finna try the finer things
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