KLick BOOM

I don't think I'm ever gonna see you again
So nah I don't wanna meet you
I don't mean to be rude or cause any disrespect
But no I don't wanna meet her
Kid Lords do a lot of things
Running through them sets
I bet you won't hear a feature
Go to see Kid Lords
Cause they control the beat
Yeah they control the beat
Yeah they control the beat
Yeah

Heart string love
I got that bitch attached
She do all types of drugs
Trynna escape the past
They catching up to her
Them demons gon make her crash
Speed up on the gas
You know we gon hit the dash
Switching through these lanes
A Hundred we going fast
Rolling through your city
Got sticks with no masks
All my gang shooters
Collecting them dog tags
Kid Lords in the city collecting the big bag

Big bag
Turn them cameras on
I wanna see something
Now her top is off
How you look like this
I been armed I rob
I took another bitch
They all want the sauce
Well all they make is grits
The kids all use their gifts
Been hell to live like this
Need help a therapist
Like where my baby go
Where my baby go
Where my baby go
That's you on the radio
That's you up and down that pole
That's you in the video
That's just another hoe
Where my baby go

Like where my baby go
Click, Boom, Reload
I'm sorry I don't give a fuck
About someone who don't say hello
You really thought we gave a fuck about a hoe
We only laughing to the bank we go
And we really staying on
We still getting cake
Yeah when the shades close
You cannot imitate stay in your lane bro
We will eliminate your fucking ego
Click, Boom, Reload
Click, Boom, Reload
Kid Lord
Kid Lord



Credits
Writer(s): Kid Lords
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