ETheKidd - 24 BARS

Aye, look, see
First things first, I got the rap game in a hearse
Go against The Kidd get cursed, it'll only get worse
These niggas so broke needa nurse
You see I'm too quenched for the thirst
Handle niggas like a purse
I really had to get em' out the dirt
Eight years strong in the game, really put in the work
If Kidd on the beat it's getting murk
Get some white tee's from the clerk, put careers on a shirt
Pull up to the block, to hot
Roll right up to the spot
Walk in like "Hey"
Walk in this bitch sashay, silly games I don't play
More top, lets trade
Girl I heard he go Both Ways, (Say Wa?)
Yea girl, word on the street Kidd Gay
Shit ion know about that
But one things a fact bout The Kidd
Them bills stay paid
Shit man them niggas better keep up
Any nigga going toe to toe, guaranteed to get eat up
Nigga when you finna put the D up
Get a backwood from the store, tell my nigga roll the weed up
Pissing on u niggas with the seat up
Messy ole gossip ass niggas needa go n get a tea cup
Run up on The Kidd, get beat up
Pull up in the hood wit my nigga just to go get his re up
Yea and that's fax no printer
Ion tryna be no role model nigga ima born sinner
Always on point no center
Call me Usain on the track cuz I'm bolting like a sprinter
Eat these rap niggas like dinner
Take two puffs of the gas then I'm high like a tenor
Rookie ass nigga a beginner
Say you wanna make it to the top, better roll with the winners
Nigga ima bad motherfucker
You hating ass niggas don't agree?
Don't care, bitch suck it
Nigga think he funny, Chris Tucker
Ain't shit funny when I drop, whole game like fuck it
Fucking with The Kidd you a pervert
Pussy ass nigga, hit a nerve?
Oh well bitch pluck it!
Niggas ain't tryna get served
Dick game too superb, too big gotta tuck it!
Niggas really is some hoes, ain't got a mind of they own
These niggas is puppets
Niggas really is some clones, hiding they hand throwing stones
You soft no crumpets
In the rap game I'm Kobe, twenty-four shots from the three point line
Like Buckets!
Ima make sure the world know me
Coming for the top no cap, finna blow no trumpets
(The Kidd)

Written by:
Emmanuel Thomas

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