Songtexte Tron Flow* - Kidicee

Broke nigga with a broke bitch
That's broke couple
Ten toes
I can have like four wife's nigga no struggle
I don't even fuck with white hoes
I like chocolate truffle
Told her fuck you and yo mom
Bitch you really fumbled
Yes I keep my bitch around
And she got a big ass
Stop bringing up my old bitches
Nigga I was down bad
I think it's been a month I ain't sure
But I made four racks
Short bitch I ain't even cuff her
CUZ she not bad!

These hoes will fuck yo motion up
So I ain't cuffin 'em
These niggas claiming hoes
I bet they bank account say nothing
I bet in twenty years
His apartment toilet won't be flushing
Faze rug
Hit the opps with trickshots like it's black opps
Hooping on this niggas bruh I'm short
But I got mad hops
I don't see no rappers I see clowns
I call them mascots
Wannabes and faggots Niggas pussies
They just act hard
Ashed the wood thousand dollar table
With a glass top

Ay told my nigga hop on fortnite
Fuck the opps
They ain't tryna slide they can't score right
When I hit I knew she wasn't for him
She was so tight
Calling me her daddy
Like I ain't see the hoe in her all night
Crying me river like she need she'll be alright
I just pulled an all nighter
I was rapping all night
Pulled out
I ain't tryna deal with her my whole life
When I turn twenty I'll be rich the rest of my life

First bitch I fuck will be my first wife
Four pints
Mixed it with the eighty got me so right
Grape runtz
Let my nigga tap it got him so fried
I don't even go to school no more
I want my pape right
I'm a wizard
I don't need a teacher where my witch at
I don't need a bitch
Especially her I already hit that
Did a show and she felt hurt
Like damn you did that
Broke niggas robbing for a living
They ain't wit that

I don't need yo flowers boo
Cuz they die too
Matter fact bitch I don't need you
I'm fly too
I don't even wanna here you speak
You can die too
Body count high as fuck
Don't tell me you ain't ran thru
Roast beef all types of shit she smell ham too
I ain't even tryna argue with them
Cuz they fans too
He ain't tryna start nun
He sweet he uses Cantu
I dropped a song that shit was hard
I'm a fan too

I need a Spanish I'm tryna go to Cancun
Y'all will never hear my crazy shit
Unless I'm paid too
Bitch if I said I love you I lied
I hate you
I might fuck with you again but this time I'm gone play you
Told my ex to die
Bitch keep what I gave you
You a dumb hoe
Like Jesus I could've fucked around and saved you
Zaza I'm talking to my zip
Like can I face you
Cha Cha told her after we fuck
I gotta erase you

Haha bitch I know you mad that I didn't Pick you
Cake runtz
Rolled it in some leafs and I faced two
Keep hating nigga I'm gone sell you za
I'm gone lace you
Keep hating nigga you can call me ma
Boy I made you
Keep hating nigga all I do is talk l
And I get paid too

I don't want that bitch
Uh
I told her fuck off
I just rolled a zip up
Nigga puff puff
Big bad Wolfe I fucked her house up with this huff puff

Went from isolatee to Kidicee that's a name change
Go get a job nigga atleast try to get paid
Pouring out this tea this genie finna help me lane change
She ask what I do
Bitch I smoke and I chase pape

Cornball Nigga tapped it twice
And got a face ache
Shordy lemme know when you free
Let's face a fat eight
Bad bitch she barley eat the dick
She on a Meat diet
Told the nigga I'm just making moves
I ain't no Meat rider
I just rolled ah eighty in a backwood
Now I feel higher
I don't sip no purp my gas is purp
I gotta be wiser
I just rolled ah wood
This nigga dirty drinking bud Weiser
Damn the sun Beamin at my eyes
I need a sun visor

Hopped on first game I caught a W
My life is great bitch it's always been a W
I put them Ls in double dutches now they Ws
Thank god I got hit hard and I fumbled you
Being with you that typa L can't be a W
You for everybody baby I can't fuck with you
I need water nigga and I need a blunt too
I ain't even write thru half these beats I just sung thru

Cha cha grabbed my glock hit his matha
Zaza got me tweakin nigga haha
Fah fah sendin shots at his casa
She like papa wyd I'm like nada

New turban got me pressing gas
like it's forza
Atlanta called
They want me making music down in Georgia
Cute Latina let her swallow nut
She look like dora
Ouu her mom is bad
I introduced myself like ola
Snow bunnies never been my type
I don't like Laura's
Good Za sprite so purple
I call it dirty cola
We ain't the shitty Boyz But we gone make sure niggas know us
We ain't the shitty Boyz But we gone make sure niggas know us