Lyrics Make It Last 2 - Koujas

What do you desire?

If you say you 'bout it shake sum'
And we got scripts, come take one
We roll up blunts, face 'em
We cut the snakes, the fake ones
Model bitch up in Dior Dior
She my little whore
Never buy you Michael Kors
You the one that I adore
Bitch, I ball but not on court
I'm there for twin when he at court
And we'll be cool just play yo' part

All of my bitches be elite
I stay with that street sweep
He play wit' lil' Trapp, cut off his feet
We leave him six deep
I'm clutchin' my stick hopin' you reach
Thеy know how we bleed
When they took Jay man, it fuckеd me up
We make a move, we sticked up
I'm tryna make this shit last
But you stuck on my past
He tried to run, we caught up too fast
This whip too fast, and shells hit his back
And he can't get up, like go dig up ya' brother
Talkin' my shit, I'm live from the gutter
I been the goat, no them no other
On my phone you stressin', said we not progressin'
You say you tryna fix this but I'm just tryna end it
Someone out there better for you, you know it too
We on defense play it cool, I see his bitch I make my move
Oxycotin and some good weed be my medication
I got in my zone, I'm elavated
Dee shoot shit like Jayson Tatum
Only hit this ho when I get faded
Margiela my fragrance
Bitch, you don't mean shit to me
Cross you off that list no kizz
2019 picked up the pills, wish I never did
None of my old friends stayed real
They tried to shit on me
I was too toxic for you, I was just a kid
I still wish the best for you, even if it's not wit' me
Stick up in my Ricky, drum holdin' 'bout fifty
FN tucked inside my Fendi
Too many scripts, we got plenty
Let's go eat, let's hit up Beni's
She get so wet like the Navy
He want a song, better pay me
Gen 5 finna toss him
Hang wit' B's, they bang red like a lobster
She give brain, lil' bitch smarter
New flight bitch, I'm charter
Every club we in we get VIP
I fuck his ho I dip
I stack up my chips, cross this one ho off my list

(I haven't fell in love, since we fell out of love boo)
(I'm scared to fall in love with another bitch, let's keep in touch too)
(I can say what I love about you, is you untouchable)

I'm in a E-Class ridin' comfortable
I'm smokin' green that vegetable
Free lil' Dee outside the box
Suckin' my dick up, she don't stop
G-lock wit' a switch, we breakin' the law
(The law, breaking the law, law)
How many hoes I got? I got plenty
We dodgin' feds, we in the city
Met this ho in Kissimmee
(She wanna eat me up like some Denny's)
(Met in New York City)
(Eat Me Up)
Bitch, haha, elegant music