Lyrics Ckds - BigMars

CKDS on the beat
Cool kids don't sleep on me
We been winning big tings, trophy's
On the shelf be the belt, did it all by myself
No help, no wealth, and it's still fuck 12
Diamonds twerking on my wrist
Bust down lil bitch, fuck that lil bitch
They can't do it like I did
She got ass on her, got no cash on her
So I send that bitch away, imma pass on her
Smoking gass huh, it's Bobby bitch, If you ain't first then you last, huh
I been breaking all these records like they glass, huh
I can see it clearly, i got a glass eye
I ain't the same motherfucker from the last time

CKDS
They don't see it
They stay sleepin on the kid
Tempur-pedic
CKDS
They don't see it
They stay sleepin on the kid
Tempur-pedic

She think that I'm playing
I could slide inside a bitch without a conversation
I stay drippy in this bitch I call that condensation
Might just take the fall for it I'm talking compensation
High as constellations, bitch
You a lame bitch
I've been drinking so i didn't even mean to lane switch
All the smoke going up to where my brain is
Pockets fat I keep the bread up where the blade is
Pull up in a old Chevy, chop em up into confetti
Got the trigger finger ready, if they wanna get it, woah
If they wanna get it settled, put a bitch up in a kennel
I don't leave without the pedal to the motherfucking metal

CKDS
They don't see it
They stay sleepin on the kid
Tempur-pedic
CKDS
They don't see it
They stay sleepin on the kid
Tempur-pedic