Storm Kidd

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Trademark!
Pulling up biggest mistake you ever had
Come and get me nigga 27th Ave
Applying pressure with my city on my back
Applying pressure 'till I'm getting to them racks aye

Bitch! always had a brain since a jit (Yah!)
Youngin' making moves got the gang in this bitch (Gang shit move)
Bitch! Nigga we ain't playing with your clique (Yah!)
Elevating 'till we're steady powerful and rich (Powerful and rich)
Bitch! You been steady lame with your shit (Yah!)
I might have your shorty give me brain for the rips (For the fucking rips)
Bitch! Okay dido put it all up in her ribs
Abracadabra then movement I do magic on that bitch

Know you probably seen me in your nightmares (Ah!)
(Yeah) Moved up out then trenches wasn't right there
Mama knew I was a rebel since a high chair (Fucking high chair)
Lil bitch I jumped up to my peak and Ima die there (Bitch!)
And if I hurt your fucking feelings why would I care
You see the red you see the demon up in my hair
AP be busting like it's water and it's right here
You bet' not take me like a joke bitch I don't fight fair

I don't give a fuck I'm really 'bout that rockstar life bitch
You could pull up on a nigga in the night bitch
I ain't like these niggas we are not alike bitch
We never fold I keep my strap like that's my sidekick (Yah!)
I'm drippin' sauce too bad these lil' bitches can't handle it huh
I swear you playing with your life nigga you gambling huh
I put my heart into this shit and you been dabblin'
Upgraded to a flame it's been too long I had my candle lit
Aye I'm 'bout my family
I been 'bout it they can't handle me
Remember when they used to laugh at me
Turn your homies to a casualty
Shut up nigga I been traveling
Really all these niggas sad to me
I been living life right now like

Bitch! always had a brain since a jit (Yah!)
Youngin' making moves got the gang in this bitch (Gang shit move)
Bitch! Nigga we ain't playing with your clique (Yah!)
Elevating 'till we're steady powerful and rich (Powerful and rich)
Bitch! You been steady lame with your shit (Yah!)
I might have your shorty give me brain for the rips (For the fucking rips)
Bitch! Okay dido put it all up in her ribs
Abracadabra then movement I do magic on that bitch

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Writer(s): Anthony Suazo
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