Lyrics Hypotheticals - Ak Kastro feat. Ehoff

Yeah, AK Shut 'Em Down

Baby hit that target
I'm rolling up that good pack
I can't even fit all of these
Packs up in my book bag

Why you took that?
Baby where your hood at
I don't wanna talk 'bout
All the commas that you could have

I know what you're good at
I know you're a freak bitch
Brand new Louis bag
You can't catch me with the sneak diss

Riding with a big bitch
Took that hoe to big dip
You get overthrown
When you talking to the king bitch

Okay
I be flexing and I'm young no Lil Tay
I got cake my birthday in a couple days
She like, "Where you get that at?" I got my ways
Little bitch I know your pussy tight just like my braids

AK make it slap bitch
We just get a bag bitch
I ain't ever had shit
So I'm finna get mad rich

Holy water on my I be
Looking like a baptist
Smell it on me I got pack
All in my Gucci fabric

And yeah I'm back homie
Give you the facts homie
You need to take a step back
And relax homie

Because you gassed homie
Taking it to fast homie
Sit down and hit this L
I got the fucking pack homie

I just hit the target
That bitch was a bulls-eye
She was tryna read my card
I told her she can't pull mine

Yeah I hate to go
But I told you I got little time
Picking shit back up and look around
Like yeah its still mine

Baby hit that target
I'm rolling up that good pack
I can't even fit all of these
Packs up in my book bag

Why you took that?
Baby where your hood at
I don't wanna talk 'bout
All the commas that you could have

I know what you're good at
I know you're a freak bitch
Brand new Louis bag
You can't catch me with the sneak diss

Riding with a big bitch
Took that hoe to big dip
You get overthrown
When you talking to the king bitch