Kiss Em Peace (feat. Young Thug) (Explicit)

YoungBoyBrown on my kid

It might not matter to you

But it matter to me

Put a Panamera top and suede on the seats

Yeah I caught a French b***h she kiss my wee-wee-wee

Yeah I copped the zaza bags and a brick of icy

And they wonder how I rock the mink in hundred degrees

'Cause I'm in AC my heat on M16

My pockets on ATM I'm on this ATV

If I ever catch an opp know I kiss them peace

I ain't never have run-ins with old girls

Never ever

I ain't never gon' punt boy I'ma score

Never ever

Been a boss n***a I ain't never do no chores

And they already know I'm too sharp like swords

Hit your block up with Berettas and more

Tell my white b***h and my black b***h make a s'more

Yeah they hate seein' me win it hurt to the core

Get active yeah we add fire to the fuel

I ain't comin' home tonight don't leave the light on

Ain't goin' for nothin' find another n***a to plot on

I buy your block b***h partners and buy homes

I know real don dadas and vatos

It might not matter to you

But it matter to me

Put a Panamera top and suede on the seats

Yeah I caught a French b***h she kiss my wee-wee-wee

Yeah I copped the zaza bags and a brick of icy

And they wonder how I rock the mink in hundred degrees

'Cause I'm in AC my heat on M16

My pockets on ATM I'm on this ATV

If I ever catch an opp know I kiss them peace

Yeah if I kiss that b***h it ain't the same

Sixteen shooters on a twenty-passenger plane

Wifi on the jet just in case I text my main

I ain't tryna tell you ain't tryna talk I up the stain

Might not matter to you but it matter to me

Take a b***h out to Peru let her drink out a tree

My lil' brother hard-headed I just gotta let him be

She suck me in the bathroom let me bust on her teeth

Quit droppin' roses on the casket ain't romantic

But I ain't go to DeVry I don't understand it

I'm tired of fightin' my problems with Xanax

First time my mama told me Boy get manly

Man up n***a

Just bought my mama a house and it's in my business name

Yeah

Soon as I cashed out that's when my credit came

It's hard to see

But I know a snitch inside of every gang

I told her Mices and rats yeah they shred the same

It might not matter to you

But it matter to me

Put a Panamera top and suede on the seats

Yeah I caught a French b***h she kiss my wee-wee-wee

Yeah I copped the zaza bags and a brick of icy

And they wonder how I rock the mink in hundred degrees

'Cause I'm in AC my heat on M16

My pockets on ATM I'm on this ATV

If I ever catch an opp know I kiss them peace