paroles de chanson Kid That Didd (feat. Future & Doe Boy) - future , Trippie Redd , Doe Boy

CB on the beat
Huh?
Yeah, huh
Yeah, yeah
We pull up in your city, man, like where that mini-man?
Double cups and double semis, man, hop out the minivan (woo, woo)
And my b- high saddity, man, don′t show no pity, man
We got 30s, we got 50s, man, come right and get me, man
And them hollows hit your chinny-chin, I'm like the Crimson Chin
F- your b-, feel like a kid again, I′m with the business, kid
F- with me and then go missing, kid, I'm from the trenches, kid
Boy, just face it, you diminished, kid, you f- finished, kid (yeah)
Take a walk, lil' b-, we steppin′ (yeah)
F- that talkin′, b-, we wreckin' (woo)
Spit on your coffin, send you to hell
You play with my name, I play with these weapons
You think it′s a game, you must got a death wish (death wish)
Bah, now that boy headless (headless, bah)
Pull up and wet sh- (ah)
It was all your inception (woo)
It was all just a message (yeah)
Beat up the block, beat up the block
Aim at his top, feel the heat from the G- (blaow)
B-, I'm 800, I keep me a mop
1400-800, you reppin′ or not?
B-, we too hot (hot, woo), straight to the top (top)
Play with the gang, you end up on Fox (Fox News)
We pull up in your city, man, like where that mini-man?
Double cups and double semis, man, hop out the minivan (woo, woo)
And my b- high saddity, man, don't show no pity, man
We got 30s, we got 50s, man, come right and get me, man
And them hollows hit your chinny-chin, I′m like the Crimson Chin
F- your b-, feel like a kid again, I'm with the business, kid
F- with me and then go missing, kid, I'm from the trenches, kid
Boy, just face it, you diminished, kid, you f- finished, kid (yeah)
All this cash, it′s gon′ make a n- surf, Hawaii (surf)
I got a bad b- at the crib, we like Whitney and Bobby (I got a bad bitch)
I get active on the pill, I get active without it (active)
Paid three thousand for a seal, now I got drank in my body
(Paid three thousand for a seal)
Oh, yeah, just some d-, spent 200 bands (spent 200)
All these diamond rings gave a n- cold hands (oh yeah)
Drinkin' codeine, feel like I′m on Xans (drinkin')
Said f- tomorrow, started drinkin′ seals up out the can (Pluto)
N- sell dope on my block, n- murder, n- scam
I'm a rich n- f- thot h- on cam
Just for thinkin′ she the one, I'ma dog her out and f- her friend
I'ma knock the b- out, Freebandz (Pluto)
We pull up in your city, man, like where that mini-man? (Yeah)
Double cups and double semis, man, hop out the minivan (brrt)
And my b- high saddity, man, don′t show no pity, man (no, no)
We got 30s, we got 50s, man, come right and get me, man (grr)
And them hollows hit your Chinny-chin, I′m like the Crimson Chin (yeah)
F- your b-, feel like a kid again, I'm with the business, kid (Doe Beezy)
F- with me and then go missing, kid, I′m from the trenches, kid (Doe Beezy)
Boy, just face it, you diminished, kid, you f- finished, kid (oh, really?)
Big Doe Beezy got that 50, kid, don't play with Trippie, kid (Doe Beezy)
All that rappin′ sh-, I really live, this sh- I really did (that's facts)
Used to slide in minivans, h-, now it′s a Bentley, kid (skrr)
Rapper play, his ass get lit up, give no f- how lit he his (you think I'm playin'?)
Flex my wrist and make your b- mine, play, my clique ride (gang, gang)
RBMG ain′t gon′ let shit slide, better not diss mine (fool)
P- boy, I got my stick on me, why your stick hidin'? (Fool)
Feel no snitches, b-, I′m like 5'6", chopper 6′9" (oh, really?)
We pull up in your city, man, like where that mini-man?
Double cups and double semis, man, hop out the minivan (woo, woo)
And my b- high saddity, man, don't show no pity, man
We got 30s, we got 50s, man, come right and get me, man
And them hollows hit your chinny-chin, I′m like the Crimson Chin
F- your b-, feel like a kid again, I'm with the business, kid
F- with me and then go missing, kid, I'm from the trenches, kid
Boy, just face it, you diminished, kid, you f- finished, kid (woo, woo)
(CB on the beat)