Kilo - Boston George

Kilo, a kilo, all I ever wanted was a kilo

A kilo, oh (a kilo a kilo) a kilo oh (a kilo a kilo)

All I ever wanted was a kilo

All I ever wanted was a kilo

All I ever wanted was a kilo

A kilo, a kilo

All I ever wanted was a kilo

All I ever wanted was a kilo

All I ever wanted was a kilo

A kilo, a kilo

All I ever wanted was a kilo

All I ever wanted was a kilo

All I ever wanted was a kilo

A kilo, a kilo oh

(Interlude x2)

Met my blunt in the spring

We got rich over tha summer

We got mixed cold numbers

We got mixed cold numbers

All I ever wanted was a kilo

Look at my neck it’s subzero

I done put so many niggas on

I swear to god I got to be a hero

Look at my plucky latino

Fifty bands fit in these jeans, though

Hunid rounds fit in that banana clip

While I’m watching the money machines go

All I ever wanted was a stash-box

Shout out to my nigga Chino

Me and my niggas who in dice now

I swear it look like a casino

I pray to God that he could sing me a plug

He send me a mask and His name is Jesus

Browl with that choppa, that new Lamborghini

I swear to God dead, I’m protectin' my Coupe

(Hook)

All I ever wanted was a kilo

All I ever wanted was a kilo

All I ever wanted was a kilo

A kilo, a kilo

All I ever wanted was a kilo

All I ever wanted was a kilo

All I ever wanted was a kilo

A kilo, a kilo

(Interlude x2)

Met my blunt in the spring

We got rich over tha summer

We got mixed cold numbers

We got mixed cold numbers

Meat came through for a six piece

I only had four, got my phone for the back girl

Plug on the way, nigga whacha ran out?

That sooner type o' things, you ain’t even gotta answer

Said Nate bought that paper, we don’t pass up

Nigga, while you wait, nigga throw the gas up

It’s a bad bitch sittin' on the couch

For the paper that bitch give an answer

All I ever wanted was a kilo

Death in defense and a Ricco

My shootaz got roogers, they hunchin' like coogars

They shoot ya easy as a freeto

All I wanna do is make a come round

Talk about bandz, I got a ton of ‘em

Di nigga done rape and they really done trap

They ache and they fop, I got burn money

(Hook)

(Interlude x2)

Met my blunt in the spring

We got rich over tha summer

We got mixed cold numbers

We got mixed cold numbers

(Outro)

Went back to Miami where all of my niggas

They cost me a couple of kilos

That rollie is prezy, the color of yayo

They cost me a couple of kilos

The lambo is yellow, it cost me some hunnids

That equal a buss of the kilo

A kilo, shout out my amigo oh