Kimmie Blanco

[Verse 1] It’s Kimmie Blanco, female Keyser Söze Take over the game, Hercules conquer That bitch know how I get down, they already prompt her So while you leave the screen, beam aiming, here’s your encore We strapped in them V12s, no seat belts So much money that the bills pay themselves So much honey, killer bees in the shelves Extra gunpowder, cocaine in the shells Yea, y'all bitches kinda hot, meet hell Scarface, in them Loub red heels I swear I got them bitches running like a treadmill Fictitious little bitches, but I make you dead real And at the end, you won’t even have a friend to get Made bitch, I got the keys from the syndicate So fuck it if it ain't old, I like my money vintage Walls got so much plaques I gotta call a dentist [Hook] x2 I am Kimmie Blanco, Blanco The motherfucking head honcho, honcho So you better have your poncho, poncho About to rain on you pronto, pronto [Verse 2] It’s Kimmie Blanco, get to know the name I go off on tracks like derailed trains I don't do the airports when I board my planes You hustle all wrong, you only chase the fame Plant a few seeds, that’s how I catch you birdbrains La jarena of the game, like I'm from Medellin I put hits out, long kiss goodnight ya You’re all welcome to the problems, we invite ya Let’s get it jumping, like a motherfucking tip-off I come through and let a clip off They like "Oh, I think she pissed off" Nah, it ain't nothing to a fucking boss One head now you getting dust off I be out in Morocco sipping Moscato While niggas popping ya top, we popping the bottle Bitch your time is up, word to Mavado Now you know not to fuck with the Kimmie Blanco motherfucker [Hook] x2