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Been on my grind so long I don't know how to stop
Look; In case of the feds this drum is a prop
Look; Fuck all these pictures just look how we crop
Look; You don't fuck with the Kidd, don't fuck with the man when we counting on knots
You niggas got no stance, selling your soul for a lil' advance
Taking ya pics, do a lil' dance, coppin' some chains, coppin' some crosses that sit on your pants
I was on acid when I gave you a chance, niggas done fumbled the grants
Your bitch is a fan, she blow like a fan, fuck do you think we goin' do?
Girl tryna kick it I told her that's Messi
She keep it locked on the low, Nessi
These flashes will catch me a body ask Jesse
Look I am the devil lil' nigga
Wicked the way that we let you go settle lil' nigga
I'm in your block like a schedule lil' nigga
Hol' up hol' up never mind you federal lil' nigga
Look you niggas is living a fiction life
You wake up in dripping ice, you wake up and grip the mic
No you munching on Ice Spice, I'm old school Obie Trice
Nina sing if the price is right well some advice
Forget that bitch and that's word to me nigga
Been on my grind so long I don't know how to stop
Look; In case of the feds this drum is a prop
Look; Fuck all these pictures just look how we crop
Look; you don't fuck with the Kidd, don't fuck with the man when we counting on knots
Look; In case of the feds this drum is a prop
Look; Fuck all these pictures just look how we crop
Look; You don't fuck with the Kidd, don't fuck with the man when we counting on knots
You niggas got no stance, selling your soul for a lil' advance
Taking ya pics, do a lil' dance, coppin' some chains, coppin' some crosses that sit on your pants
I was on acid when I gave you a chance, niggas done fumbled the grants
Your bitch is a fan, she blow like a fan, fuck do you think we goin' do?
Girl tryna kick it I told her that's Messi
She keep it locked on the low, Nessi
These flashes will catch me a body ask Jesse
Look I am the devil lil' nigga
Wicked the way that we let you go settle lil' nigga
I'm in your block like a schedule lil' nigga
Hol' up hol' up never mind you federal lil' nigga
Look you niggas is living a fiction life
You wake up in dripping ice, you wake up and grip the mic
No you munching on Ice Spice, I'm old school Obie Trice
Nina sing if the price is right well some advice
Forget that bitch and that's word to me nigga
Been on my grind so long I don't know how to stop
Look; In case of the feds this drum is a prop
Look; Fuck all these pictures just look how we crop
Look; you don't fuck with the Kidd, don't fuck with the man when we counting on knots
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Writer(s): Josue Mattei-vega
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