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Kid That Didd

 

Kid That Didd

(álbum: Pegasus - 2020)


(CB on the beat)
Huh?
Yeah, huh
Yeah
Yeah

We pull up in your city, man, like where that mini-man?
Double cups and double semis, man, hop out the minivan
And my bitches high saddity, man, don't show no pity, man
We got 30s, we got 50s, man, come right and get me, man
And them hollows hit your chinny-chin, I'm like the Crimson Chin
Fuck your bitch, feel like a kid again, I'm with the business, kid
Fuck with me and then go missing, kid, I'm from the trenches, kid
Boy, just face it, you diminished, kid, you fucking finished, kid (Yeah)

Take a walk, lil' bitch, we stepping (Yeah)
Fuck that talking, bitch, we wrecking (Woo)
Spit on your coffin, send you to hell
You play with my name, I play with these weapons (Bitch, bitch)
You think it's a game, you must got a death wish (Death wish)
Bah, now that boy headless (Headless, bah)
Pull up and wet shit (Ah)
It was all your inception (Woo)
It was all just a message (Yeah)
Beat up the block, beat up the block (Bitch)
Aim at his top, feel the heat from the Glock (Blaow)
Bitch, I'm 800, I keep me a mop
1400/800, you repping or not? (Not)
Woo, bitch, we too hot (Hot), woo, straight to the top (Top)
Play with the gang, you end up on Fox (Fox News)

We pull up in your city, man, like where that mini-man?
Double cups and double semis, man, hop out the minivan
And my bitches high saddity, man, don't show no pity, man
We got 30s, we got 50s, man, come right and get me, man
And them hollows hit your chinny-chin, I'm like the Crimson Chin
Fuck your bitch, feel like a kid again, I'm with the business, kid
Fuck with me and then go missing, kid, I'm from the trenches, kid
Boy, just face it, you diminished, kid, you fucking finished, kid

All this cash, it's gon' make a nigga surf, Hawaii (Surf)
I got a bad bitch at the crib, we like Whitney and Bobby (I got a bad bitch)
I get active on the pill, I get active without it (Active)
Paid three thousand for a seal, now I got drank in my body (Paid three thousand for a seal)
Oh yeah, just some drugs, spent two hundred bands (Spent two hundred)
All these diamond rings gave a nigga cold hands (Oh yeah)
Dranking codeine, feel like I'm on Xans (Drankin')
Said fuck tomorrow, started drinking seals up out the can (Pluto)
Niggas sell dope on my block, niggas murder, niggas scam
I'm a rich nigga fucking thot hoes on cam
Just for thinking she the one, I'ma dog her out and fuck her friend
I'ma knock the bitch out, Freebandz (Pluto)

We pull up in your city, man, like where that mini-man? (Yeah)
Double cups and double semis, man, hop out the minivan (Brrt)
And my bitches high saddity, man, don't show no pity, man (No, no)
We got 30s, we got 50s, man, come right and get me, man (Grrt)
And them hollows hit your chinny-chin, I'm like the Crimson Chin (Yeah)
Fuck your bitch, feel like a kid again, I'm with the business, kid (Doe Beezy)
Fuck with me and then go missing, kid, I'm from the trenches, kid (Doe Beezy)
Boy, just face it, you diminished, kid, you fucking finished, kid (Doe Beezy, oh, really?)

Big Doe Beezy got that 50, kid, don't play with Trippie, kid (Doe Beezy)
All that rapping shit, I really live, this shit I really did (That's facts)
Used to slide in minivans, ho, now it's a Bentley, kid (Skrrt)
Rapper play, his ass get lit up, give no fuck how lit he his (You think I'm playin'?)
Flex my wrist and make your bitch mine, play, my clique ride (Gang, gang)
RBMG ain't gon' let shit slide, better not diss mine (Fool)
Pussy boy, I got my stick on me, why your stick hidin'? (Fool)
Feel no snitches, bitch, I'm like 5'6", chopper 6'9" (Oh, really?)

We pull up in your city, man, like where that mini-man?
Double cups and double semis, man, hop out the minivan
And my bitches high saddity, man, don't show no pity, man
We got 30s, we got 50s, man, come right and get me, man
And them hollows hit your chinny-chin, I'm like the Crimson Chin
Fuck your bitch, feel like a kid again, I'm with the business, kid
Fuck with me and then go missing, kid, I'm from the trenches, kid
Boy, just face it, you diminished, kid, you fucking finished, kid

(CB on the beat)

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