Domeno - I'm k**in' lyrics

[Intro:] Yo, fried turkey, I'm outchea. I'm really outchea. Turkey back game, turkey back game Stretch a four to a nine Short a million times f** em when they check up then go flex on I'm k**in, I'm k**in, Lito Crayola my cars, free Lil Boosie Keep the line around the building, got me riding around no ceiling Riding around with no feelings, if you play with me, I'm k**ing Make me jump out and get silly, dump out nine millies f** I'm talkin bout, we got big tools with the trash bags for the chopper shells Yeah, we ain't missing, but we'll leave you missing You n***as suspect, you fit the description I'm looking for a gudda b**h that can get the prescription I got them hundred dollar quarters, f** with me One twenty at the twelve, you better have your scale You a puss, Vagisil, Ma**engill Your baby mama p**y had that s*ut b**h stashing pills If I wasn't rapping, be in traffic with them vacuum seal Pa** it to the pa**enger for your a** get you some daffodil Riding two K fourteen, five for bout a half a mil I throw my shows like money off album sales and I don't have a deal b**h I, b**h I grind hard, ain't much more to the story This n***a say I owe him but he couldn't be looking for me Said f** riding foreign cause they're soldiers over there warring Mr. president, do you at least have some healthcare for him? I pay more taxes than my next door neighbor He don't get profiled So I wake up in a Bugatti, fell asleep in a dope pile This coke droppin' been going on for eight years straight Oh thrills charging twelve to my album brick blade, 'ey Then I, then I dropped my first mixtape Outer limits, prison pa**in, we was clubbing every day In the projects all day Shootin twenty, man whatever I came a long way, glad I got my sh** together b**h I grind hard, ain't much more to the story (n***as ain't no k**ers, man) Y'all n***as ain't no k**ers, man, y'all n***as some hoes You n***as ain't no k**ers, you n***as some hoes