Kidd Pryde - Come on Wid It

I'm bout them bands
I got a plan
Something you can't understand
Im on like demand
It's lit when I land
Got hitters at my command
She know who I am
I got her on cam
Lil baby killing the 'gram
Ball with no coach
I am the G.O.A.T
I do this shit for my fans
Can't talk to me you ain't qualified
You other side
Im homicide
Dead presidents i'm traumatized
Double cheese
Dollar fries
Count it up my set set
Im gon' get it
Say she got that wet wet
Come on wid it

Come on wid it
Come on wid it
Come on wid it
Come on wid it
You talking cash
Come on wid it
She got that ass
Come on wid it
Come on wid it
Come on wid it
Come on wid it
Come on wid it
You talking cash
Come on wid it
She got that ass
Come on wid it

She poured up
Keep the chaser
Too loud we'll wake the neighbors
Not from Harlem, I shake the haters
I'm in the clouds must be the vapors
Was patient now I gotta get it
Fuck whoever got a problem with it
And my check up like doctor visits
It's my time, shit, you got a minute?
Keep it simple
I need a statue
Niggas frauds
Looking fragile
Wasn't with you
So they at you
Gotta hit em with the razzle dazzle
My teeth shine but I need a plaque
Girl you fine
Its a snack
Can't front cause the real is back
I swear my life is like Cinemax
M.I.A, too litty
Only top I don't do hickeys
Where i'm from keep two glizzys
And the wrist cost 250
I know you mad yeah I get it
Cause we checking bags
Come on wid it

Come on wid it
Come on wid it
Come on wid it
Come on wid it
You talking cash
Come on wid it
She got that ass
Come on wid it
Come on wid it
Come on wid it
Come on wid it
Come on wid it
You talking cash
Come on wid it
She got that ass
Come on wid it

Gotta flex like one on one
Rex Gang touch one your done
Wrist glazed like a honey bun
Thick chick she a ton of fun
Rolling up like sleeves
You aint never seen these
Bout to count a hundred G's
Man this finna be a breeze
She on beat get it popping
Smacking cheeks i'm milly rocking
She want a ring, finish mopping
Just want the cheese, Keep the toppings
Red beam like Anakin
Neck challenge on mannequin
Got me feeling like the man again
Bring the ship in i'm handling
French braud, S'il vous plait
Five stars on GTA
My city like
Im really like
Worth the hype
You not my type
Im in lamb'
Fuck that ticket
You talking bands
Come on wid it

Come on wid it
Come on wid it
Come on wid it
Come on wid it
You talking cash
Come on wid it
She got that ass
Come on wid it
Come on wid it
Come on wid it
Come on wid it
Come on wid it
You talking cash
Come on wid it
She got that ass
Come on wid it

Written by:
Devon Idelburg

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