Intro:

Ooo my lil lemon

Ooo my 1point4

Like them grams up in them dutches

She like me she love to smoke

We over she on some new new like ooo

I hope he follow the rules

I hope he treat you the best

I hope he give you the blues

I hope yo karma a mess

I hope he quit you through text

I hope you see why I’m fucked

Kilo emotional wreck

Baby you know you my best

Walkin’ through Cochran to school

Only to talk on the bench

But still I did it for you

Verse :

Ooo Lil Mama Imma bent for real

You did a nigga dirty but I love you still

Like, why I love you still?

Styrofoam holding muddy still

I’m tryna get up out these fuckin’ feels

And yo skies wherever my plane fly

Le Kilo de Compton

And “sumn sumn” yea

You be tryna hit me with the shimmy shimmy yah

Focus on yo school nigga, sumn sumn

Hold up, hold up

Wait, shit-

Hook: *Kilo x Eyit*

(Something bout you keeps me goin’

Something bout you let’s me know I’m not alone

And you’re my lotus

You’re my baby, you’re my focus,)2x

But I ain’t got time for it

I cannot wait for you

I cannot ride for it

Down for you

Bitch I’d die for you

But I ain’t down for it

Love on you

Wish I could fuck on you

Ooo ooo girl you got me lit

Ooo oo girl you got me bent

I need to leave this shit alone

Band play: *Kilo*

Oooo Lil Mama give the kid the blues

I’m double Dutchin’ the dutches tryna get from you

You tellin’ me that you love me and I see the Bull

You happier with that nigga and I see it too

And I’m track runnin’

Tryna get away from yo path honey

Wanna give you all of this love honey

Need to eat away from yo ass honey

Leave that shit alone

Eyit: *harmony*

(Leave this shit alone, I need to leave this shit alone) repeat

Hook: *Kilo x Eyit*

(Something bout you keeps me goin’

Something bout you let’s me know I’m not alone

And you’re my lotus

You’re my baby, you’re my focus,)4x

Switch: *Kilo*

Let’s say-

Let’s say we-

....

Let’s say the we ain’t get evicted

Valuing Love and I get worried tryna wait for commitment

Nirvana’s guitar

My mental and all

She tell time is my professor

While she press up ona pressure I guess her Love was anemic

She get unbalanced when I say what I believe in

Over showing emotion

And Mention cuffing for no

She ain’t the police!

She a pro she ain’t the police!

I’m a con, commit to none

And So depressed

I grab a cold piece

And I hold that closely

-it’s crazy cuz she know me

8th grade Lil show piece

But if i stick around-I’m livin in my whole dream

-She want the dro I need the dough

She give me blunts I grab a gun

She call it fun

I call it done shit

January 4th to mother Mortis on some dumb shit

Fall up out the-

(Fall up out that shit my nigga fall up out the)2x