Kidz With Gunz Lyrics - Singles - Skeme

Look, pledge allegiance, my middle finger up like fuck polices 

Duke back better hide your nieces, cause I'm zoned out 

Tripping on purps and lean 

When I was 13, I could work the nina 

Just a young nigga tryna fuck Selena 

I done did dirt just to bring the team up 

So now I bring the team just to fuck the scene up 

Niggas know what's up, I'm in a rover truck 

And with a roll of sluts, she tryna pour me up 

And when she throw me up, bet I'ma hold her butt 

I bet that's why niggas wanna clone me, huh 

Bet that's why hoes be all on me, huh 

Best that you walk up slowly, because I got it on me 

And niggas don't know me bruh 

I'm stunting on these niggas like I'm Dana Dane 

Swerving lane to lane, my niggas banging gangs 

You niggas claiming gangs, you niggas claim the game 

But never came to hang, so shit just ain't the same 

And now we claim you lames, huh? 

See man I came up flames, and try to gain a name 

And then I made the name 

Bitch I ain't even wanna change the game 

These niggas telling me the rules have never played the game 

Now I'm looking like what the fuck? 

I told you bitch niggas not to fuck with us 

Cause if you fuck with us we got to fuck you up 

Pull out the bucky buck and leave you buttoned up 

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Bunch of kids, with fucking guns, big fucking guns 

Bunch of kids, with fucking guns, big fucking guns 

Bunch of kids, with fucking guns, big fucking guns 

Bunch of kids, with fucking guns, big fucking guns, bang 

Big, fucking guns, big fucking guns, bang 

Big, fucking guns, big fucking guns, bang 

Real motherfucker from the set like whoa 

FIGSIDE FIGSIDE 

I'm yelling out grove, got your homies off 

Shit will prolly make the news 

Everybody dead, this ain't April fools, nigga 

Playing with your life, flossing all morning, we ain't get them tonight 

Soon as everything is cool, green light on sight 

Creep so hard, think god did 

I'm a fucking loc, you ain't getting money, you's a fucking joke 

Nigga, what the fuck you mean, TDE bitch, motherfuck your team 

Knock, knock, knock, nigga clear the scene 

Everybody gone, only took a minute, I had the nina Glock 

And held 9 to pop, I got 9 to drop, around 9 o'clock, uh, nigga 

Yeah, like the odds, steal your granny shit keep the foil hot 

I'm looking for the fiends with the grimy socks 

With the dirty nails and the girly tops 

Yeah, I'm getting rich tonight 

Sell your pussy bitch you're getting pimped tonight 

Yeah, make a right on Fig, get your dick sucked, hundred bucks, right on trick 

Get guns, split wigs, yeah, a kid 

This world ain't give you shit 

But pussy till you dead, the signature stack 

Cause you might get sick 

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Cotton candy sweet as gold, let me see your pussy ho 

Throw it back, clap it slow, show me why they call you ho 

Bitch I'm up I know you know, tell me what you playing for 

Bitch I ain't fiending, what is you feeling 

Bitch is you with it, bitch, I am with it 

Now bitch just chill, this how it is when the shit get real 

Pistol grip and an eggman whip, with a distant bitch 

On some pimping shit 

Bars R us, now tell them fuck niggas don't bother us 

I rap with the strap, no robbing us 

And we ball like ain't nobody guarding us 

Start back nigga, chopper to your head line, park that nigga 

You a bitch boy, where your heart at nigga 

Small fish in the water where the sharks at nigga 

Touch this, touch that, I bust first, you can't bust back 

Racks on racks yeah I touch that 

I ride henny while you walking with your butts back 

Nigga fuck that, fuck this, no fuck shit, cause I'm a YG 

I be, getting money, swear the dollar sign is my ID 

Say my nigga, I know you niggas heard, I don't play my nigga 

Next up, out the C.A, my nigga, I can shit on these rappers all day my nigga 

Ye, ye, my nigga, money team flow Ray J my nigga 

That's a joke nigga, laugh, dirty money show we putting hundreds in the back 

Diss about mine and we running in your lap, have 10 for a line 

Niggas coming for your ass 

Got a groove nigga with me, that's a whole front of 50 

Single wood door F's in the room from the biddy 

Make a diss about mine and we running in your lap, have 10 for a line 

Niggas coming for your ass 

Got a Groove nigga with me, that's a whole front of 50 

Single wood door F's in the room from the biddy 

Whoh, bitch