Lyrics Sitting on 40 Freestyle* - tHe KiDDs*

He wanted to shoot and get get back
Play with Richie, It's rat a tat tat tat
And I broke a black woman like kit-Kat
Sorry Yasmin

All my opps stinky, get them a tic tac
They're pushing a narrative, push back
All my songs are dependent on my monthly listeners, thank them

If I gave you my songs, would you rank them
I've developed so much since we crimson
If I gave you an ear would you listen
I'm holy, like water that christened

Baby give me a bucket to piss in
When you ball, it's so weak like a piston
I would drive until exploded piston
My music is Whimsical, Kiddish

I'm enjoying the youth til diminish
One day I'll be sitting on 40
Like a racer, my bitch is so sporty
I'm liking my odds like I'm Corey

I know some niggas that still obsessed with the porridge
I gave you portion heavy for the body yet they still important
You talk to me like nothing like there's nobody
Tell em what I did for you alla sudden your head cloudy

Swear you can't trust niggas you can't trust

Bitches so it's fuck niggas so it's fuck bitches

Heavy on the mind i combat with therapists they don't like my ideas

Criticizing turn to crisis I start a riot cause of where my ice is

We stick to vices since 22 my fist been bruised and beaten

Since 23 my minds been lost in the sounds that I sink in

I tinkered time then beat my tattered eyes still sees it all

The world that imma be in