Kiddish Klub - Moshe (feat. Low J)

Hold it down never fake no shit
Never fall down when i take that hit
Got a close crowd
Keep it safe thats it
Got a lotta fake niggas
Tryna break that shit

Hold it down never fake no shit
Never fall down when i take that hit
Got a close crowd
Keep it safe thats it
Got a lotta fake niggas
Tryna break that shit

Many more
Problems
Run em off
Joggin
Moment
Of
Silence
Smoke in my
Sleep
Got a pillow full of ganja
Know a muh fuh kuh
Gonna kill 'em all
With kindness
Know Wollmoney
Hittin' licks
No bitin'
Priceless
I don't really trust
Nobody
I don't really answer
Don't call me
I don't really dance
That often

Imma keep it real
Til' the coffin
More sentimental value
No market
Petty ass lil bitch
Made me nauseous
Mufuka really feel it
When he coughin'
Kiddish on lock
And we gotta
Shake 'em off bitch
Can't stop dripping
I be turnin' off my faucet
Easing my way right in
I don't force it
Right around the corner
I'm still holdin' on my horses

I got hella drive
Muh fucka
No ID
No Pisces
Rocketman turnin' hype beast
Animated
Moving on a Chance
So I'm frightening
Make some big decisions on the stand
And I'm rising wait
Innocent and landed on icing
Baked hear the rhythm of the band they don't like me
And be something I don't understand
I don't like me
I don't like greed
I repeat
I be light night
Quick
Never miss em I direct like Al Pacino
Container of the bottles soda
Icey Pelegríno
Kiddish takin off they be thinkin' bout a sequel?
Only constant matter be that Ballzy brings the diesel

OK
I need some water some OJ
Hide all your daughter my forte composed of the product
And ground up like sorbet
In the midst of a vision
Wollmoney got lemons on top of the bitch
It's a cold case
Shake em off it's a trend and it all
Lead the pack through the sea like I'm Moshe

And I'm fighting the bull screaming Ole
Matador I'm defending the goalie
Seo chilli we guacamole
Got a chip on my shoulder they know me
And I'm basic we simply composing
And my agent anonymous no name
I be clear we ain't sippin' no codeine
Ketamine got leanin' on shawty

Know my own team bitch we show off
Flow my own stream bitch i row off
If you ain't vibe with me
Got me a D u can blow off
You can't come through you don't know me
Bitch I'm a feast you a hoagie
Fight for my shit you a jodie
Give yo mind one more hit till you OD
Imma go crazy just back up
Knock the truth out you head clean you cap up
Into holdin' them greens imma stack up

13 figures
I got me some back luck
I got shades I be running and lappin'
Competition I need me some action
And not to mention
I got angry reactions
The plot be twisting
All these bitches be cappin'
I be low key
With a bottle of bean (Yeah)
Corolla from 2019
Kiddish so mean
That bolt runs clean
Sporting them Rocketman jeans
Baby a fiend
Baby a fiend
Got the line up
We be the scene

We be the scene
Shit be OD
Ya
Lint up in my pocket
I ain't even bring a wallet
Just cream
Ya
Cuff with a crease
Only rock rocket
While I'm on autopilot
At ease
Whatchu mean
Money in my Rocketman jeans
We hold it right down
On lock shake em off
Mad religious on G-d
We believe in what we write down
Chest wittit no cough
I don't need no Halls
And I'm feelin' mad nice right now

Hold it down never fake no shit
Never fall down when i take that hit
Got a close crowd
Keep it safe thats it
Got a lotta fake niggas
Tryna break that shit

Hold it down never fake no shit
Never fall down when i take that hit
Got a close crowd
Keep it safe thats it
Got a lotta fake niggas
Tryna break that shit

Written by:
Eitan Wollman, Justin Epstein, Mattan Adi

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