Kentucky Love lyrics

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
Lightskin, ass—
Lightskin, but she—, f*ck
Lightskin, but got a fat ass, she look like J.Lo
I'll pop you in your top, give you a halo
Or I'll make your top pop like a Faygo
I really done done done it all, I bet they know
Hella stones on my hand in this b*tch, I feel like Thanos
And I'm the god of war in my city, I feel like Kratos
I'm really plugged, can't name a place I can't go
Make your b*tch shake that Laffy Taffy, I feel like Fabo
b*tch, hurry up and get it tooted
I'm 'bout to pull my phone out, we finna shoot a movie
I'm disappointed in my Muslim brother, he did it in his kufi
But who am I to judge? Allah knows best
Everywhere I go, I got thirty with me like I know Steph
Really through this b*tch liftin' pounds, I need a BowFlex
My b*tch upped a roll of fifties on you, that's my ho flex
She amazing, she swallow di*k like she ain't got no neck
My next piece gon' be big as f*ck, take up the whole chest
Man, let me slow it down
My n*gga over-sprayed the dog, somebody grab a towel
This the new edition of the Glocks, you better cool it now
Threw a di*k on it, had the b*tches screamin' when I pulled it out
Hit his home with some messy sh*t, this b*tch'll move the house
You a failure, my n*gga, you can't move an ounce
I don't check in with no city, I hit it and I move around
This type of smoke'll choke the sh*t out you like Draymond
Keep a dub on me, pockets fat as hell like Faizon
I'm really just a bool dude, I feel like Tre Thomas
I told the b*tch keep your ass up and put your face down
[Verse 2: Babyfxce E & BFB Da Packman]
They used to call me Baby E, now they call me Fxce now
I don't need a heat, I can knock you with a face towel
Almost took a loss to the courtroom and had a breakdown
Gon' change this lo' name to my mama crib, but this my bae house
Yeah, my b*tch might watch the location
Cameras in and out the house, I can watch from the basement
Baby bottles all around the crib like I'm watchin' a baby
And the ARP the size of a kindergartener
I'll f*ck a n*gga wig up like a beginner barber
But lately I been keepin' sh*t straight like I been a barber
n*ggas tryna catch up, but I'm gettin' farther
Take the Glock to every play, that's my business partner
I'll kill for a week straight, b*tch, don't get me started
Quit actin' buff 'cause you got some buffs, b*tch, I'll steal your Cartis
The crib on the Northside look like a haunted house
In a tree across from where he stay, I'm tryna hunt him out
Furniture ain't cheap, I ain't finna f*ck your ass on my couch
Went in the closet, got a blow-up mattress just to bust her down
OG want me to plain jane, but I'ma bust it down
This Glocky ain't no plain jane, it shoot a hundred miles
A hundred pounds, sell 'em all for one, bro, that's a hundred thousand
Do that sh*t ten times, bro, that's another comma
If this sh*t ain't pop off, that was my other option
And now my only problem is findin' somethin' when I'm goin' shopping (Yeah)
[Verse 3: BFB Da Packman]
BFB Da Packman don't got a bad song
Got a b*tch in Philly, saved her number under Bad Jawn
Cash Apped a band 'cause she ugly without lash on
My son woke up while I'm mixin' fent', put your mask on
f*ck Child Protective Service
n*ggas soft as Jergens, had a spatula, wouldn't press a burger
Plastic sheet on top of my mattress, she a heavy squirter
Bad darkskin, teeth white, skin look like a Hershey
R.I.P. Shawty Lo
Gettin' money with my white friends, but don't call me Ghost
f*cked a n*gga BM a week straight 'cause he called me broke
I don't know her by her real name, we just call her Throat
My Glock regular, no switch attached
Just cut my day-one friend off with his hissin' ass
They givin' n*ggas all day for fent', I wanna switch the bag
But this the only way that gang gang could get richer fast
f*ck the feds, I'll expose a lot
Call the label like, "It's my check and I want it now"
Dirty donuts, diamond in the rough, come get a 'bow of 'za
My son asked me can he have a drink? He think we pourin' pop
Back up, son, this Trish and Sprite
Ten likes and I'ma f*ck a n*gga b*tch tonight
TDI Gizzle a hornball, he'll hit a dyke
Lunch Crew ain't sh*t to play with, we ain't Fisher-Price
n*gga, we gettin' rich at the Bnb
Buy that b*tch a Chanel bag, stop bein' cheap
f*ck all these hoes raw, but I ain't goin' out like Eazy-E
North Flint n*gga 'til I die, let Rio free