Yung Bell, KYS Isaiah - Meltdown Lyrics

Flat ass hoe oh she looking like a napkin
Crusty ass lips she keep using up my chapstick
Make her have a meltdown her body full of plastic
Crying on the floor oh my god this shit drastic

Diamonds dripping water like a faucet
Saggy jeans got racks up in my pocket
Opps think they getting out my closet
I just drew the line and then I crossed it

Got the beam
With the gleam
Murder scene
With the team
Got the steam
Make you scream
Oh no no
Yeah my pockets swole
I got no control
Pull up with the pole
We gon' snatch your soul

Diamonds dripping water like a faucet
Saggy jeans got racks up in my pocket
Opps think they getting out my closet
I just drew the line and then I crossed it

I just drew the line and then I crossed it

Lotta guap, cannot walk
See the sauce, to my socks
Fucked your bitch, fucked your thot
Keep that strap like a cop
Lotta stacks, lotta racks
Talkin' smack, you'll get taxed
Keep that stick, I don't lack
Tell that pussy run it back

Diamonds dripping water like a faucet
Saggy jeans got racks up in my pocket
Opps think they getting out my closet
I just drew the line and then I crossed it

Run motherfucker run, uh, Forest Gump
What you gonna say when I blow this pump
Pop motherfucker like forehead bump
Space jam flyer than an MJ dunk
No Pokemon shirt, wet hydro pump
Talkin' that shit and you gonna get slump
And i'll pop the gun to pop you like some gum
Are you dumb, I do this shit for fun
I got a Glock, it got a beam
Fucked your bitch, she for the team
Smoke some green while I count green
Lookin' fresh no Mr.Clean
Pop that pussy like a bean
Choppa finna make you lean
Hella drugs like Charlie Sheen
I murder beats like murder scene
Fuck a nigga mean
That nigga sleepin' on me like he off the fuckin' lean
Bitch i'll pull up on your block
Bitch i'm slidin' with that Glock
Bustin' out like 50 shots, shots, shots

Diamonds dripping water like a faucet
Saggy jeans got racks up in my pocket
Opps think they getting out my closet
I just drew the line and then I crossed it