Lyrics Akimbo 2 - S0K0

You a lame, you giving out some info
Big ass chop, make his lil' ass hit the limbo
Why they always on my dick it's cause I'm him hoe
Walked in, two straps
Bitch, akimbo, yeah
Pulled up in a brand new big body, finna race the bitch
Pull the stick out, finna blast it with no aim assist
You ain't finna go nowhere, ain't doing shit, ain't takings risks
We be going everywhere, just going in and taking shit
I'ma hit the gas, promise I won't hit the breaks, lil' bitch
Lot of people claiming they be real, they be faking shit
He was talking shit about my music, didn't I take his bitch
I just walked in with some fucking stones, you got the plainest wrist
Know what type of plane we in
The motherfucking most private jet
If lil' bro ever want smoke
I'ma tell his ass bet
44 bulldog, treat that bitch just like a pet
Pulled up in a fucking Urus, we ain't in no fucking 'vette
We ain't in no fucking normal shit
We can't do no shit average
Bitch done asked me who I am, I said big up is my status
Four thousand on a shirt, get it in, in a package
If he try to pass me, I'ma go ahead and lap 'em

We just take it day by day but we live like it was rehearsed
I'm in a foreign, not the Track, but for the opps we got a hearse
I don't fuck with you, lil bro, I tax an arm and a leg just for a lil verse
I'm big stepping, lil bitch, I been the man since my fucking birth
I been fucking shit up, yes, lil bitch, I know my worth
Bro still doing robberies like what they did to Volk in Perth
You a fucking lame, I don't know you, can't get no open verse
Lil' bitch shut the fuck up it's my time, I done spoke it first
Craziest lil coupe and then I put it on the street
I'ma always put my brothers on that put me on my feet
We go crazy up at Saks, got the craziest receipts, yeah
Seen a lot of things but I ain't seen defeat
I put Prada on my feet
Gang be proud of me
Turning up, fucking shit up
Bitch, I'm a fucking prodigy
Yeah, I wanted the Trackhawk so I went and got the Jeep
He trying to do the shit I do but lil bro really not as heat
Please don't ever try to be
Lil bro you out yo league
In a big body when I leave
And, bitch, this ain't no lease
Then done woke the fucking beast
Right hook, left hook
Get em pieced
I put Balenci on my sneaks
Versace on my sheets
Hold on, big ass flex
We ran it up with the best of em
Worried bout myself
With my team, fuck the rest of em
The opps they always talking
Probably cause we got the best of em
Getting blue hundreds
I know that you got less of em