Kidd Surro - Pvnken City

Yeah they all kiddy, call em' Disney
Gotta keep that drum (Brrr) call it Choppa, bring it with me
If he rat (50) that number on his head, hold em' fifty
Call me Playboi (Slatt) Cuz' his girl love to roll with me
(Grrr, Slatt)
Yeah they all kiddy, call em' Disney
Gotta keep that drum (Brrr) call it Choppa, bring it with me
If he rat (50) that number on his head, hold em' fifty
Call me Playboi (Slatt) Cuz' his girl love to roll with me
(Grrr, Slatt)
Punken City, you a punk, you trippin' (Punk)
Why yall shawty trippin'? Like she don't owe us big T (50)
And I got plenty, dollars rollin' with me (With me)
Cashin' us a check, like who, who got next, next
(Next, next)
Black out, yeah that Choppa blacked out (Blatt)
Tinted window, blacked out (Blatt)
All these diamonds flash now (Slatt, Slatt)
Yeah, yeah
Trap out, boy, you not a cash cow
The streets own you, That's your daddy
Pull up to the scene, Confetti
What's up with the hate, when It's supposed to be love
Maybe yall popped a perc, ya'll been sittin' on them drugs (Drugs)
Nah fam can't cuff, life nows really rough
Might sign a major deal, wanna know? just because (Cuz')
I keep in touch with them Shootas
Talk down on my name, they reboot ya
No we don't spit the same, you a snake, you Medusa
This hard to make up, No I cannot cap, Like them bottles unscrewed, yeah
Would save my homies action, and make one of your partners come do it
Yeah, man yall talk it all, Yall ain't fast enough (Facts)
Ya'll don't make enough, But love to hate (Racks)
That's sad enough, I got my path and all (What?)
I took your trash, and all (What? What? What?)
And if you disrespect I'll rough ya, and I put that on my brother
(Brother) Yuh, yuh
I took your trash, and all (What? What? What?)
And if you disrespect I'll rough ya, and I put that on my brother
(RED!)
Who got next?, I ain't even tryna flex
Got that Scott Pilgrim piece (50) Cuz' true love is just a bet
All them sticks and Choppas hurtin', the rap industry is burnin
Cuz all these fake rappers emergin' (Yea, yea, yea)
From the Ceiling, Call em' fake, cuz' they ain't got no rythm
Rapping percentage one hundred percent (Yuh)
Might just rap, my rap in Denim (Rap)
Would flex, Could flex (Flex, flex) My skill to show these lames that I'm no buddy
Cash a check, How, with no money
Thought you could diss, but nah you funny
You aint nothing but a snake, you hiss, then bite our stomach
Yeah they all kiddy, call em' Disney
Gotta keep that drum (Brrr) call it Choppa, bring it with me
If he rat (50) that number on his head, hold em' fifty
Call me Playboi (Slatt) Cuz' his girl love to roll with me (Grrr, Slatt)
Hah, fun man, yuh

Written by:
Ja'Rell Tudor

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