Lyrics:
thirteen year old boobs
I'd hang out by the junior
High like my dad does
Tom: Hey
You know what I learned in fifth grade?
Mark: What's that
Your dad has
a baby's how I see it when you get mad
Use a voice that makes you cry and call the FIB FAB, F-B-I
And then I'll slide into a Kidz Bop
Overthink, don't even
White folks laughing and singing like it was KIDZ BOP
They just moved to Twitter and TikTok
And this one for my single dads fighting for their right
shit got your head rocking
Haters and the bops watching
I'm a keep this bitch rocking like this
Niggas been tryna stop it
And they running out of options
times for the days I would hold back (Woo!)
Five times for the bitches who ain't called back (Yeah)
Six times for the kids like me who got ADHD just
get shot, you gettin' picked off
Rick Ross big soft, got that AK, let that shit pop
No Kidz Bop, get shot, get popped, get robbed, get lost
Big rocks,
get shot, you gettin' picked off
Rick Ross big soft, got that AK, let that shit pop
No Kidz Bop, get shot, get popped, get robbed, get lost
Big rocks,
mend to-high-be-high hoodies
So show your face-a when you waste, I know who's smokin'
The bigger that you try to put out yours just makes me Mr. Nobody
worth it, ya purpose doesn't mean shit to me
So save the cryin and lies fool
It isnt gonna fly, like a pilot whos blind
You, were never by my side or down
some energy
So pass out your tray and let them grab
We're such good sports we'll pick up the tab
We've got a great attack
We've got them on the run
If
And I just sat in front of the fire with my socks off
Comfy making hip-hop
Selena to your Kidz Bop
Fighting with my psyche and I can't make the hits stop
is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows stay propellin'
Let these words be your Earth
feel weird like foreign flicks
And foreign chicks who don’t know English
But I stay true to what I’m doin
Won’t let nobody screw or ruin what I’m doin
street-talk game
So if you ever, let me make this clear
If you ever think that we're stepping out of here
You ever think you're getting up, down, around or in
street-talk game
So if you ever, let me make this clear
If you ever think that we're stepping out of here
You ever think you're getting up, down, around or in
went, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
It ain't my fault your ass is on the asphalt ('phalt)
Got your chin touched by my fam who though you brought harm, you see
went, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
It ain't my fault your ass is on the asphalt ('phalt)
Got your chin touched by my fam who though you brought harm, you see
on my shades
Not phased by your hatred
I'm probably a sadist the way that I'm smiling
When snapping on niggas who tested my patience
Y'all should be
Money)
Got what you craving
Instigate beef on the block to cats blazing
Somebody ass out when they gun jam now
Let's take a look at one man, undefeated
tell me who is worthy. Better grab some mits
Cause when I put you down there ain’t no coming back. There ain’t no gulag kid
I got my hand upon the wheel
in the rama lama ding dong
Who put the bop in the bop, shoo bop, shoo bop
Who put the dip in the dip, da dip, da dip
Who was that man I'd like to shake
round-up in the sky.
I'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's in cock.
I'll be carryin' out bodies stiff as a rock.
Carryin' out a million dollars in my
all stare
At the out-of-towners (ayy, yo, yo, who that?) They better break North
Before we get the four pounders, and take their face off
The streets
all stare
At the out-of-towners (ayy, yo, yo, who that?) They better break North
Before we get the four pounders, and take their face off
The streets
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