Kid Curry - Kid Vamp (feat. Young Tyy)

Shit getting spooky, shit getting scary
Bitch I'm a clown and I'm fucking up Derry
Flow like a wizard I'm basically Harry
I put you on skates, I feel like a fairy
Ghosted a bitch, she told me good night
Yeah I'm like Casper, I dipped outta site
And I hopped on a plane said I'm taking a flight
Just like Uzi I told that little hoe bye
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells
You making music that shit is an L
People they hearing your songs,
They running away like a fucking gazelle, hold up
I took a turn and I fell, had so many songs, but they wouldn't sell
So I went and took my rapping up a level, used to be lacking but now I excel, aye
I had a dream, I had a passion
Couldn't be popping that Addy or acid
Being the goat, I couldn't imagine
Now I'm the goat and I ain't even acting
Couldn't give up, couldn't be relaxing
That's like Rod Wave giving up snacking
You bitched out like your name is Aladdin
That's why people say you were good in the past tense
Run up the bank had to cash me a check For all the money I spent
Yo whole existence it not worth a cent
Bitch I will make that a bet
You is a bitch
You is a hoe
Look at yo bank account there ain't no O's
They call me penny how I make them float
They fainting when they hear the sound of my flow
Drill beat like it's pop smoke
Look at yo jumper that shot broke
Everyone spitting they wisdom
But most of you bitches is not woke
Somebody told me I'm adopted
I pulled out a glock and I cocked it
I pull out a sock and I socked him
I looked at his head then I popped him
Hold on, yeah, hit him with a cross and I dropped him
Mm, yeah, you think you the shit when you not shit
Uh, yeah, I bought a new whip and I hopped in
Yeah, I got me a new AP and I ain't even shopping
AP wrist, shining
Why you capping why you lying
I do this shit with no effort
Some say I ain't trying
Bitch I'm alive in the night time
Michael Myers I'm on demon time
Stop rapping you cannot rhyme
Fuck with the opps and you gonna die
Spooky scary skeletons send shivers down your spine
Hold up
Little nigga sit back, or you'll get popped with this 9
Aye, Gucci, Louis
White socks but they ain't Nike
Now I got my own style
Everyone wanna be like me
My flow, so cold
They be thinking it's an Icee
This gun go brrr,
Why it sound like Poo Shiesty?
Shit getting spooky, shit getting scary
Hunting you down, I'm Tom and you Jerry
I brought a knife and a gun imma carry yo blood on the ground it be red like a Cherry
I got a vision like Tele
I'm on a path, never gon stop till I'm ready
And I'm feeling kinda dangerous
I'm on a kill spree
Might go spend a night at Freddy's

Written by:
Arin Kumar

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