Sour Kidd lyrics

[Intro]
Brrt
Ayy, ayy (Sour K on the beat)
Ayy, ayy, lil' Soldier on the beat (Come on)
Gang, gang, ayy, I caught him lackin’ with that heat

[Verse]
Ain't none of you n*ggas me, and I ain't none of you
All my n*ggas throwin’ threes, and we the sh*t, talk it too
n*gga what the f*ck you need? Who the f*ck you talkin' to?
All these n*ggas out here green, 'til it's time to get the blues
She givin' brain like my teach', but she never tell the truth
I don't practice, I just preach, n*ggas know I got the juice
I just clap it, poppin' beans, droppin’ Xannies in my juice
We was snappin’ in these streets before we ever hit the booth, come on
Ain't no deuce-deuce, this a stick with a flute, come on
Ain’t no SuWoo, leave him bleedin', noodle soup
I just pulled up to my school, with my backpack and my tool
Man, lil' shawty dropped the woo, pus*y lookin' like a pool
Go to bustin’ out that MAC, I'll pull up on a fool
We was hustling dimebags before they thought that sh*t was cool
Mama would put it on my ass, cause I never followed rules, uh
Ain't no rap cat, don't get whacked tryna be cool, uh
I say, my gang, my way
Any place, Sour K bring the K
I don't throw shade, hit the club, make it rain
This ain't Burger King, you can't have it your way
I'm from Hell-ray, bring that pressure where you stay
Got a TEC, don't get blatt, by the motherf*ckin' gang
I'm ask Triple X what you motherf*ckin' slang
I done turned up to your ex, 'cause she tryna be my bae
Now she slidin' Cadillac with her f*ckin' seat back
Uh, uh, this a foreign, put your f*ckin' feet back
All these n*ggas out here boring, give my f*ckin' beat back
I done pulled up on that boy, where the f*ck his heat at?
Hit your street, I'm a demon, shawty tryna steal my semen
Where was you when I was creepin'? I'm too hot, might be a fever
n*ggas sweet, like Justin Bieber, baby eat, ain't you an eater?
It ain't right unless I beat her, f*ck your stripes, this ain't Adidas
How I strike like Derek Jeter, crackers f*ck you for Anita
Soldier slidin' like a beetle, bring that fire, just like FILA
Got a nine millimeter, bullets fly, Beanie Sigel, come on
Talkin' Desert Eagle, walk like God, but thinkin' evil
Bust a shot and we get equal
Bend your block, that's a sequel
'Cause we bendin' it and again, and again, and again
I had just told my mama I don't really need no friends
Promise God I'ma come up, he forgive me for my sins, gang
[Outro]
Gang, gang, gang
Ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang
It's lil' Soldier on the beat, c'mon
It's lil' Soldier with that heat
(Down, brrt)