KID

These niggas must've forgot
Who put niggas on
And gave them the swag
Been thru a lot
To get to the top
Yea I'm on my way
To the bag
Niggas aint trying the kid
Play with the cash
Yea I'm on ya ass
Shawty didn't fuck with the kid
Back in the gap
Now she going out sad

I'm on some other shit
I'm making all of my oppers mad
(Fuck all the opps)
We gone spin the block
Chopper gone rip a lil nigga in half
(Grahhhhh)
My young niggas love the smoke
They blow the pole like they blowing gas
My bottom bitch love to swipe
She love the thrill of being bad
Plug hit my line
Said it touchdown
I'm on my way to the gas
I'm in the field
Like a quarterback
But you lil niggas aint getting a pass
My shawty gone hold down the kid
She got a tat of my name
On her ass
Had to slow down
On the drank
Cause my life was moving too fast

These niggas must've forgot
Who put niggas on
And gave them the swag
Been thru a lot
To get to the top
Yea I'm on my way
To the bag
Niggas aint trying the kid
Play with the cash
Yea I'm on ya ass
Shawty didn't fuck with the kid
Back in the gap
Now she going out sad

Do what I want,
I aint gone ask
All I do is work
Cant say I aint up to the task
Ready to mash gas
Smoking on sum strong
I'm finna blast,
Ride around suped up ready to smash
I'm ready crash,
Ready to fuck if she wanna link
If I'm in a jam
Gang be there to work out the kinks
Try playin' the kid
I put the blick right where ya think
Me and gang we on a roll
Like we in a rink

These niggas must've forgot
Who put niggas on
And gave them the swag
Been thru a lot
To get to the top
Yea I'm on my way
To the bag
Niggas aint trying the kid
Play with the cash
Yea I'm on ya ass
Shawty didn't fuck with the kid
Back in the gap
Now she going out sad



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Writer(s): Anthony Timmons
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