Sour Kidd

(альбом: XXX 2 - 2018)

Brrrrr
Ayeee
Ayeee
Aye Lil Soldier on the beat (come on)
Gang
Gang
Aye

I caught him lacking with that heat
Ain't none of you niggas me, and, I ain't none of you
All my niggas throwing 3s, and we the shit, talk it too
Nigga what the fuck you mean?
Who the fuck you talking to?
All these niggas out here green, 'til it's time to get the blue
She give me brain like my teach', but she never tell the truth
I don't practice, I just preach
Niggas know I got the juice
I just crack it, popping beans, dropping xannies in my juice
We was snapping in these streets, before we ever hit the booth
Come on
Ain't no deuce-deuce, this a stick with a flute
Come on
Ain't no SuWoo, leave him bleeding, noodle soup
I just pulled up to my school, with my backpack and my tool
Man lil shawty dropped the woo, pussy looking like a pool
Go to busting out that MAC, I'll pull up on a fool
We was hustling dime-bags before they thought that shit was cool
Momma put it on my ass, cause I never followed rules, uh
Ain't no rat, cat, don't get whacked tryna be cool, uh
I say, my gang, my way
Any place, Sour-K bring the K
I don't throw shade, hit the club, make it rain
This ain't Burger King, you can't have it your way
I'm from Hellray, bring that pressure where you stay
Got a TEC, don't get blatt, by the mufucking gang
I'ma X, Triple X, what you mufuckas slang?
I done turned up to your ex, cause she tryna be my bae
Now she sliding Cadillac, with her fucking seat back
Uh-uh, this a foreign, put yo fucking feet back
All these niggas out here boring, give my fucking beat back
I done pulled up on that boy, where the fuck his heat at?
Hit yo street, I'm a demon, shawty tryna steal my semen
Where was you when I was creepin'?
I'm too hot, might be a fever
Niggas sweet, like Justin Bieber
Baby eat, ain't you a eater?
It ain't right unless I beat her
Fuck yo stripes, this ain't Addidas
How I strike, like Derek Jeter
Crackers fuck you for a nina
Soldier sliding like a beetle
Bring that fire, just like [?]
Got a nine millimeter, bullets fly, Beanie Sigel
Come on
Talking Desert Eagle, walk like god, but thinking evil
Bust a shot, we get equal
Bend yo block, that's a sequal
Cause we bend it and again, and again, and again
I had jits, told my momma I don't really need no friends
Promise God I'ma come up, he forgive for my sins

Gang