Kung Fu

Blowing purple dodee out the sunroof
Riding around the city like I’m gonna proof
You need to Re than I’m the one you come to
This product got a kick I call it Kung Fu
This Molly got a kick I call it kung fu
These perky’s got a kick I call it kung fu
This lean it got a kick I call it kung fu
You need to re than I’m the one you come to (whoa)
Bitches told me make a love song (no)
I’m too busy making drug songs (oh)
Give a fuck about a club song (no)
Pop another when my buzz gone (whoa)
We was juggin off of Lopez
We was juggin off of mopeds
Product special yeah it’s so sped
Ima dog that’s what the hoes said
Pedal cross town for a few Hunnit
Back when it was green before the blue Hunit
Thumbing threw the check I need some new hunnits
Ask about my city bitch who run it
Half a band in singles goin stupid on a stripped
Brodee blowin dodee smokin dope an drinking liquor
Mixing up the muddy with the soda for the sippers
She gon let me get her wet as flipper when I hit her
(Gang)
Blowing purple dodee out the sunroof
Riding around the city like I’m gonna proof
You need to Re than I’m the one you come to
This product got a kick I call it Kung Fu
This Molly got a kick I call it kung fu
These perky’s got a kick I call it kung fu
This lean it got a kick I call it kung fu
You need to re than I’m the one you come to (whoa)
Bitches told me make a love song (no)
I’m too busy making drug songs (oh)
Give a fuck about a club song (no)
Pop another when my buzz gone (whoa)
We was juggin off of Lopez
We was juggin to the old heads
Run up on me nah you know better
Every season selling dope weather
I got a line on the perky’s
Whole city out its mind on the perky’s
All they buying is the 30s
200 in the ride bright an early
Blowing purple dodee out the sunroof
Riding around the city like I’m gonna proof
You need to Re than I’m the one you come to
This product got a kick I call it Kung Fu
This Molly got a kick I call it kung fu
These perky’s got a kick I call it kung fu
This lean it got a kick I call it kung fu
You need to re than I’m the one you come to (whoa)
Bitches told me make a love song (no)
I’m too busy making drug songs (oh)
Give a fuck about a club song (no)
Pop another when my buzz gone (whoa)