Lil Keed Kiss Em Peace Lyrics

YoungBoyBrown, on my kids!

[Lil Keed:]
It might not matter to you but it matter to me
Put a Panamera top, that's right on the seats
Yeah, I called my France bitch, she kiss my wee-wee-wee
Yeah, I caught my South side bands and a Brisk iced tea
It ain't wonder how I rock, the heat a hunnid degrees
'Cause I'm in AC, my heat on M16
My pockets on ATM, y'all, I'm on this ATV
If I ever catch a opp, know I kissed 'em peace

I ain't never have run-ins with old girls
I ain't never gon' punt, boy, I'ma score
Been a boss nigga, I ain't never do no chores
And they already know I'm too sharp like swords
Hit your block up with Berettas and more
Tell my white bitch and my black bitch, "Make a s'more"
Yeah, they hate seein' me winnin', to the core
Get at though, yeah we at five to the floor
I ain't comin' home tonight, don't leave the light on
Ain't goin' for nothin', find another nigga to plot on
I buy you block bitch pumps and buy home
I know real Don Dadas and buy thongs

It might not matter to you but it matter to me
Put a Panamera top, that's right on the seats
Yeah, I called my France bitch, she kiss my wee-wee-wee
Yeah, I caught my South side bands and a Brisk iced tea
It ain't wonder how I rock, the heat a hunnid degrees
'Cause I'm in AC, my heat on M16
My pockets on ATM, y'all, I'm on this ATV If I ever catch a opp, know I kissed 'em peace

[Young Thug:]
Yeah, if I kiss that bitch, it ain't the same
Sixteen shooters on the twenty passenger plane
Wife her on the jet just in case I text my main
I ain't tryna tell, ain't tryna talk, I up the stain
It might not matter to you but it matter to me
Take your bitch out to Peru, let her drink outta tree
And my brother a hard hitter, I just let 'em be
Suck me in the bathroom, let me bust on her teeth
I drop the roses on the casket, it ain't romantic, no, oh
I ain't goin' to the ride, I'm standin'
I'm tired of fightin' my problems with Xanax
First time my momma told me, "Boy, get manly"
Swapped my momma and house and it's in my business name
Soon as I cashed out that's when my credit came
It's hard to see but I know a snitch inside of every gang
Told her, "Mices and rats, yeah, they tread the same"

[Lil Keed:]
It might not matter to you but it matter to me
Put a Panamera top, that's right on the seats
Yeah, I called my France bitch, she kiss my wee-wee-wee
Yeah, I caught my South side bands and a Brisk iced tea
It ain't wonder how I rock, the heat a hunnid degrees
'Cause I'm in AC, my heat on M16
My pockets on ATM, y'all, I'm on this ATV
If I ever catch a opp, know I kissed 'em peace