KLINK Songtext
von Smino

Goddamn
No fatigue
(Zilchy, baby)
(Lil Monte on the beat)
(Got that on repeat)

All she wanna do is drink, drink, drink
I got five chains on, them hoes go clink, clink, clink
No job (uh-uh), big bankroll, she don′t know what to think, think, think (uh)
On God, sergeant, check my rank, rank, rank, on God

Sergeant, check my rank, rank, rank (skrrt)
Sweetheart sit on this candy paint (uh)
Dick loan, yeah, like Fannie Mae
Flip phone, she dream of trappin' me

Me and my main bitch cackling
Must be off that white like Katharyn
Or Suzann, cruisin′ in your sedan
Two hoes like why you need two? (Why you need?)


Damn (why you need?), I put 85 on my coupe
Damn (why you need?), I put Saint Laurent on my boo
Ran (why you need) it up like I play for Mizzou
Gotta show me somethin', bitch, I came from the Lou'
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I got my own Remy at home, they charge eleven-fifty
We could get lost just like Nemo, hey, little fishy fishy
I′m way too drippy, drippy (uh-huh), kush stank, it′s real armpitty (uh-huh)
Don't give these niggas pity (okay), baby, you keep yo′ pretty (yeah)

All she wanna do is drink, drink, drink (fill the cup)
I got five chains on, them hoes go clink, clink, clink
No job (uh-uh), big bankroll, she don't know what to think, think, think
On God, sergeant, check my rank, rank, rank, on God

Sergeant, check my rank, rank, rank
I′m on her back like a license plate
I ate spectacular rice today
Back in the loft eating Pilaf (uh)

Orange coupe, love how it peel off (oh)
New rugs, girl take them heels off
Said they Jimmy Choo (I said bless you)
Now take off ya shoes (I ain't askin′)


Then she let me pound, hashtagged it
Ring-ling on my ding-ling, magic (ring)
Sing good, make the coochie do back flips (ah)
Genes good, yeah she love my fabric

Put a new touch on a coupe, cut the roof, I see God (uh)
Hallelujah, my crew up, hallelu', shout the guys (yeah, yeah)
Put a new touch on a coupe, cut the roof, I see God (yeah)
Hallelujah, my crew up, hallelu', shout the guys

She got her own Remy at home, say she ain′t payin′ no eleven-fifty
We should get lost just like Nemo, these niggas lookin' fishy
I did it for the city (yeah), milk the game, issa titty (yeah)
I′m fly, I'm 50 Frisbee′s (yeah), I feel like Mr. Bentley

All she wanna do is drink, drink, drink
I got five chains on, them hoes go clink, clink, clink
No job, big bankroll, she don't know what to think, think, think
On God, sergeant, check my rank, rank, rank, on God

Drink, drink drink
Clink, clink, clink
Think, think, think
Rank, rank, rank