dontstare. KiD Buggin - GHXST.

Cradle to the grave I ain't the saint that people make me out
Stay up in your place don't move away I'll fuckin take you down
Talkin shit get out my face bitch you not staying in your lane
Say that shit up once again I'll take you to a different place
Reminiscing steady killin drums be bumpin guns be kickin
Hittin mothafuckas talkin shit I get to slippin daggers
Down their fuckin throats leave em dead no lethal dose
Kiddy bug I ain't no joke left unread turn to a ghxst but I got
Drugs on my hobby list I came to body this
Swank is the gang and you know how I'm reppin this shit
I be gripping the tommy be hittin
Them fuckers who's saying shit know they be praying up
When I go runnem down know what I'm doing now
Makin these bitches proud rollin up to my crowd
Bitches they know my sound know where I'm from and how
I just be killin the beats and be doin it
Speaking it fluent and talkin my shit when I know I'm the truth
I got nothin to lose
I got nothin to prove
So now I'm tryna see what y'all bitches will do
And if y'all can really handle the worse me
I said what's up
Can't hang with bug
Kiddy be coming it tellin it how it is got me like fuck
I just be rippin my blunts and be taking my drugs
Got me so fucked up but I can't see mothafuckas walking past me
With they foot up they ass but I'm bout to snap back
Ain't no snap chat shit bitch
Take a look into my eye see the suicide runnin
I don't wanna die i be staying high
Never thinking with a sober mind
Here to criminalize steady laying here
with the pipe here to do a homicidal bitch you thought
No bitch you thought
No bitch you thought
No bitch you thought no bitch you thought no bitch you
Aye aye like yeah like what
Yeah
I said what's up
Can't hang with bug
Kiddy be coming it tellin it how it is got me like fuck
I said what's up
Can't hang with bug
Kiddy be coming it tellin it how it is got me like fuck
Yeah Yeah Okay
Little boy talkin shit he white like a ghost
If he keep on talkin shit know his body decompose
Me and his sister in the bathroom making noises with our nose
Fucked his sister in the bathroom with a nose that's full of blow
Now he mad now he pissed
If he die yuh rest in piss
You know my shooters yuh they never miss
He is pussy that's why he gon hiss
I hope your mother gets hit by a truck
Call up your sister she pull up and we fuck
Kick her out my crib I ghost her then we done
I saw your goons they talked I pulled up and
I said what's up can't hang with bug
Kiddy be coming it tellin it how it is got me like fuck
I said what's up
Can't hang with bug
Kiddy be coming it tellin it how it is got me like fuck

Written by:
donald sterald, KiD Buggin

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