Jack Kane - Toxic Lyrics

Got a bad hoe ridin' shotty
Don't play with me I ain't bout it
My bro got that chop sing melodic
Bae I can't fuck with you, you know we toxic (We so toxic)
I wanted that shit went and got it (I got it)
When I draw the line you don't cross it
It's that brand new Ferrari we run up the mileage (Yeah)
Take a trip we go to the Greek islands
I got that touch so they callin' me Midas (Yeah)
Bae I just gotta be honest
I been fuckin' all these thotties
These racks in my jeans feel like I hit the lotty (Yeah)
I love to feel on your body (Your body)
R8, bitch it's a Audi (R8)
And I got my shotta beside me
Told my lil brudda to pour up that muddy (Pour that up)
You know I'm keepin' it cudi (I'm keepin' it cudi)
They act like my friend
'Cuz I got some bands ('Cuz I got some bands)
'Cuz I took a chance
His money small like some ants
I'm in a SUV Lamb
We don't do this shit for the gram (Hell no)
I'm too lit bae I can't be your man
Too lit like the fire at camps
We goin' up like some ramps (Ramps)
Throw the rackies like I got a grant (Yeah)
Thick hoe now I'm fuckin' a fan
Rich shit bitch that's my brand
She a freak so I put her on cam
Stay with my twin, you know what I'm sayin' (Stay with my twin let's go let's go)
Got a bad hoe ridin' shotty
Don't play with me I ain't bout it
My bro got that chop sing melodic
Bae I can't fuck with you, you know we toxic (We so toxic)
I wanted that shit went and got it (I got it)
When I draw the line you don't cross it
It's that brand new Ferrari we run up the mileage (Yeah)
Take a trip we go to the Greek islands
I got that touch so they callin' me Midas (Yeah)
Bae I just gotta be honest
I been fuckin' all these thotties
These racks in my jeans feel like I hit the lotty (Yeah)
I love to feel on your body (Your body)
R8, bitch it's a Audi (R8)
And I got my shotta beside me
Told my lil brudda to pour up that muddy (Pour that up)
You know I'm keepin' it cudi
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(His money small like some ants)
(I'm in a SUV Lamb)
(My bro got that chop sing melodic)
(Bae I can't fuck with you you know we toxic)
(I wanted that shit went and got it)
(When I draw the line you don't cross it)
(Take a trip we go to the Greek islands)
(I got that touch so they callin' me Midas)
(Bae I just gotta be honest)
(I been fuckin' all these thotties)
(These racks in my jeans feel like I hit the lotty)

Got a bad hoe ridin' shotty
Don't play with me I ain't bout it
My bro got that chop sing melodic
Bae I can't fuck with you, you know we toxic (We so toxic)
I wanted that shit went and got it (I got it)
When I draw the line you don't cross it
It's that brand new Ferrari we run up the mileage (Yeah)
Take a trip we go to the Greek islands
I got that touch so they callin' me Midas (Yeah)
Bae I just gotta be honest
I been fuckin' all these thotties
These racks in my jeans feel like I hit the lotty (Yeah)
I love to feel on your body (Your body)
R8, bitch it's a Audi (R8)
And I got my shotta beside me
Told my lil brudda to pour up that muddy (Pour that up)
You know I'm keepin' it cudi (I'm keepin' it cudi)
They act like my friend
'Cuz I got some bands ('Cuz I got some bands)
'Cuz I took a chance
His money small like some ants
I'm in a SUV Lamb
We don't do this shit for the gram (Hell no)
I'm too lit bae I can't be your man
Too lit like the fire at camps
We goin' up like some ramps (Ramps)
Throw the rackies like I got a grant (Yeah)
Thick hoe now I'm fuckin' a fan
Rich shit bitch that's my brand
She a freak so I put her on cam
Stay with my twin, you know what I'm sayin' (Stay with my twin let's go let's go)
Got a bad hoe ridin' shotty
Don't play with me I ain't bout it
My bro got that chop sing melodic
Bae I can't fuck with you, you know we toxic (We so toxic)
I wanted that shit went and got it (I got it)
When I draw the line you don't cross it
It's that brand new Ferrari we run up the mileage (Yeah)
Take a trip we go to the Greek islands
I got that touch so they callin' me Midas (Yeah)
Bae I just gotta be honest
I been fuckin' all these thotties
These racks in my jeans feel like I hit the lotty (Yeah)
I love to feel on your body (Your body)
R8, bitch it's a Audi (R8)
And I got my shotta beside me
Told my lil brudda to pour up that muddy (Pour that up)
You know I'm keepin' it cudi
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(His money small like some ants)
(I'm in a SUV Lamb)
(My bro got that chop sing melodic)
(Bae I can't fuck with you you know we toxic)
(I wanted that shit went and got it)
(When I draw the line you don't cross it)
(Take a trip we go to the Greek islands)
(I got that touch so they callin' me Midas)
(Bae I just gotta be honest)
(I been fuckin' all these thotties)
(These racks in my jeans feel like I hit the lotty)