Kura - Been Shopping

{Intro}
On the way, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
We gon' be okay, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

{Chorus}
At Saks, I been shoppin
With gang, I've been mobbin
She insane when she sloppin
If it's fake, then I don't cop it
Take hoes to the room
I said pussy boy, you doomed
Rock out two shows off some shrooms
These wack-ass rappers run on fumes, yeah

{Verse: Zoku}
She just pulled up on the team, yeah
Bad hoes in my room, yeah
I just threw back me a pink, yeah
Now I'm finna go to the moon, yeah
Yeah, yeah, I be makin' cash when I snooze, huh
Yeah, yeah, and these hoes go out bad
When they pick and choose, yeah
Huh, yeah, whole lotta sticks
Put racks up on my goons, huh
Yeah, yeah, tell him I'm a real deal
Serpent, they ain't got no clue, uh
Yeah, know your name, ho
Yeah, pull up with two dicks in my pants
Like I'm shootin' for Bang Bros, yeah
Beat up the pussy, beat up the pussy
Like Kurt Angle, yeah
Bitch, I'm a dog, bitch, I'm a bully
I can't be tamed, ho
I need a X a ten and a 30 to keep me sane, ho
Pull out the Benz or Bentley Bentayga
I don't want no range, ho
Yeah, I paint a picture with my words
Feel like Van Gogh
Slide, let that thang go
Its mine where your chain go
Bullets make him tango
Don't disrespect my name, ho
Don't say you sorry
It's just me and twin in the booth
Z-O-K-U and K-U-R-A

{Verse: Kura}
I got hella dollars out the ass, bitch
I ain't trippin' bout the past, bitch
Wanna fuck with me because I rap, bitch
I ain't fuckin' with has beens
The cash is comin', the racks is comin
I know I'ma have a good day
Could've worked at a bank and wrote up a statement
How young Kura got pape
Hop on the stage, it's prime time
Takin' two pills, gettin' fucked up
Beat his ass, layin' in the grass
Did him so bad, threw his lunch up
J.D. where the fye at?
Its some opps lookin, tryna pull up
Catch stacks like a lineback
You ain't makin' racks, shut the fuck up

{Chorus}
At Saks, I been shoppin
With gang, I've been mobbin
She insane when she sloppin
If it's fake, then I don't cop it
Take hoes to the room
I said pussy boy, you doomed
Rock out two shows off some shrooms
These wack-ass rappers run on fumes, yeah
At Saks, I been shoppin
With gang, I've been mobbin
She insane when she sloppin
If it's fake, then I don't cop it
Take hoes to the room
I said pussy boy, you doomed
Rock out two shows off some shrooms
These wack-ass rappers run on fumes, yeah