Lyrics Hit Slow - Kiddish Klub

How do you figure
My mental stability holding together
I'm dying and such

Some of these haters would say my ability
Thinner than hairs on the side of my brush

I don't want nothing but nothing is something
Im running and sunken to places
I'm bumpin
I'm rumbling coming to shoving these fuckas
In ovens for talking like i had to
Sucka punchem and im killin em all
Imminent damages
Get on my dick
I just pillows to cushhon my fall
Randomly pick all the hoes on the set
Tell em to get on my flashy new jet
Still its an image but soon its check
Not like when base had running for sets
Or teaching how to just cover my six

I don't want dolla dolla
Just holla ponder
Flash calla
On another premdonna
It's mind gap
In due time
Snap to the side
I back to old crime
Feeling like walking on a clothes line
Right on the ledge
Benzo
Bunion but i still got
Ten toes
Don don
With rear view
Head low
Control
Cuz the girl
She a nympho
So we run into the vans
Damn klepto
Shit van got sunk
I'm a kelso
New trans on
Bitch
I'm techno
Goddamn imma get her with a
Red rose
Rudolph
My bitch got a red nose
Chewed off no cap
Imma dent hoes
Dead foes in the back
Extendo
Dead foes in the back
On bendo
Imma leader of the pack
With bimbo
Undefeated no racks
But i tip toe
Late nights with mic
And hit slow
Daylght with a bike
And slip note
No school no work no raincoat
All fun televise that cable
All good when ya mind enabled

All up in that halo
Feelin heavenlyyyy
Wings up on that angel
Really blessing mee
Told her
Everybody got they demons and they enemies
Still expect a smile cheese, thank you, and a please
Got em on they knees
Aye

Bad ones out
Put the good ones back
Without a doubt
How I know it's fax
All out On the route
Got me back on track
Hit it slow
Hit it back
Baseball bat
Out in the field
No Cracker Jack
Foul out with a slack
Not with that
We the pack
Htg
Feel his hand on my back

Ya shit decaf no crash
Them shits is beefin no calf
That shit type weak b No cap
Your shit be leafy no gas
I'm chillin indoor no hats
I'm taking hits
Getting smacked
Face on my wrist
Wear a mask
Time ticking up on this task

Stand up right
They ur enemies
Hold
Stop
You a kennedy
Who say
Fake friend
Fulla jealousy
Douce
Nice room
With amenities
Go to Paris
In a night
Get a recipe
Ding ding
Ready up on the sesame
I'm go to see my dawg
Down at beni D's
Seviche
3 days
Damn heavenly
Wait freeze it

Leave it
Sieze it

All the
Displeament
The peas
In the pot
Had to pee
Got the pot
Took a G
A bong
Got the keys
With the lock
Order cheese
Got a rock
But the reason to rock
Got dreams
And intentions

I guess I'm out of my place
Thinking the seasons gone
Change
But thats a common mistake
That's simple clear
No debate
No cap
But my eyes see summer
365 till my grave
Old hats
Get dusty
I keep to show
How far we done came
We got so far
Only eight
Months down till
Y'all get mixtapes
Albums
Collabs and
Clickbait
This international
But ballzy chop it down
To six state
Nine counties
Schools and districts
Finals
Thats for starters
To say
This all the journey
That's beginning
We go harder
Then greats
But we wont mention em
Cuz we would like to work with em