Turnt up, try to run up, and you get burnt up
Ooh, like, you tryna hit?
You cannot suck dick, with them dry-ass lips, huh
What you thought? You think I would trust a thot?
I’m like Ken with these b#tches, I always come in another box
Hold on, stop, ooh, tryna run up on your block, I’m tryna f#ck from the back of the car
I put my foot on a n#gg# (go)
Why you give a f#ck what I put on a n#gg#?
You must think I’m stupid, lil’ n#gg#
Ha-ha
I lowkey don’t wanna f#ck if you don’t know me
You came off the streets, I don’t know what diseases you have
I want me a true baddie, pretty in the face, and the #ss
When I hit from the back, got her screaming out “Yeah!”
f#ck what you want, n#gg#, that ain’t what it is
Don’t be mad ’cause I got bops, all these shorties want is Kidd
Loaded the strap for a b#tch n#gg#
You had me waiting, you ain’t getting a tip, n#gg#
It’s Kidd!
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