Kidd Adamz - 2nd Half
I like my hoes by the two's when I dig 'em out,Couple racks, I made room for a big amount,
They had us in the first half we winnin' now,
Now my pants full of blues when I fill 'em out,
I told lil' mama to dance & spin around,
She gon' treat me like Pac cause I get around,
47s & Glocks with extended rounds,
How I pull up the block if we spin 'em down,
She gon' give me the chop like a bun,
Grip the motherfuckin' top like a gun,
I think she got a nigga committed,
So she had to put a whole stop to the fun,
But ain't nobody stoppin' the funds,
I stay ready, ain't cockin' no guns,
For his head I'm droppin' the funds,
For his head I'm droppin' the (shhhh),
(Brttt, brttt, brttt, brttt!)
Niggas tryna' figure me out,
Got a lil' bitch keep her thumb in her mouth,
And you know that I'm diggin' her out,
I just stuffed 10 in a couch,
Run that shit up, got no love for a thot,
She ain't fuckin' that bitch got to bounce,
One in the chamber you know that it's cocked,
If he try me that bitch go kapow,
I got a brand new drop,
I retired from sippin' the wock,
Keep a burner that's ready to pop,
What I'm bumpin', I listen to Pac,
Picture me rollin' out with a Glock,
212's when I pull up the block,
Say I got it, ok? that's for sure,
So if you come back just be ready to shop,
I got a brand new thot,
She always ready to suck it,
She like to feel it in her stomache,
While I fuck on that pussy I rub it,
Got her eatin' the nut, she love it,
(Hah, huh) I know that I'm toxic,
Grip on her neck while I box it,
Now the dick got her wet like a faucet,
I got time today (I do),
Say I'm broke but I really get paid,
I can't talk to too many, I'm quiet,
Say they real see the lie in they eyes,
When they switch up I can't act surprised,
Boy you know you ain't part of the guys,
Give a sign & they ready to slide (shhhh),
(Brttt, brttt, brttt, brttt!)
I like my hoes by the two's when I dig 'em out,
Couple racks, I made room for a big amount,
They had us in the first half we winnin' now,
Now my pants full of blues when I fill 'em out,
I told lil' mama to dance & spin around,
She gon' treat me like Pac cause I get around,
47s & Glocks with extended rounds,
How I pull up the block if we spin 'em down,
She gon' give me the chop like a bun,
Grip the motherfuckin' top like a gun,
I think she got a nigga committed,
So she had to put a whole stop to the fun,
But ain't nobody stoppin' the funds,
I stay ready, ain't cockin' no guns,
For his head I'm droppin' the funds,
For his head I'm droppin' the (shhhh),
(Brttt, brttt, brttt, brttt!)
Wet, (huh),
drip with no ice on my neck,
Hip got a pipe, not a Tec,
Grippin' the pipe 'cause it hit,
Stick & it bite like a pit,
Still with the guys gettin' lit,
I deal with some Slimes, some Crips,
I chill with some 5's, some 6's,
Bitch wanna' vibe cause I'm slick,
Bitch wanna' ride on my dick, I know it,
I smoke that gas like I grow it,
She know how I like it, she mow it,
Drippin the pussy with Moët,
However she want it I'm for it,
She wanna' travel, explore,
Fly through the sky, soarin',
Can't fuck with that bitch if she borin',
But I'll fuck with that bitch if she foreign, fasho,
Big bank heavy, we got 'em for no reason,
Push to start Chevy's, ain't gotta' stick no keys in,
Been on that syrup, no maple,
You know what I bring to the table,
These niggas they fakin', they fable,
Tell these niggas to watch me like cable,
I like my hoes by the two's when I dig 'em out,
Couple racks, I made room for a big amount,
They had us in the first half we winnin' now,
Now my pants full of blues when I fill 'em out,
I told lil' mama to dance & spin around,
She gon' treat me like Pac cause I get around,
47s & Glocks with extended rounds,
How I pull up the block if we spin 'em down,
She gon' give me the chop like a bun,
Grip the motherfuckin' top like a gun,
I think she got a nigga committed,
So she had to put a whole stop to the fun,
But ain't nobody stoppin' the funds,
I stay ready, ain't cockin' no guns,
For his head I'm droppin' the funds,
For his head I'm droppin' the (shhhh),
(Brttt, brttt, brttt, brttt!)
Written by:
Van-Adam Pierre
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