Da Kid lyrics

[Hook]
They f*ck wit the kid, kid, kid
They all on the di*k, di*k, di*k
They f*ck wit the kid, kid, kid
They all on the tip, tip, tip
They f*ck wit the kid, kid, kid
They all on the di*k, di*k, di*k
They f*ck wit the kid, kid, kid
They all on the tip, tip, tip

[Verse 1]
I just spent a stack on some ripped jeans
If your b*tch is bad, then she with me
I roll on your city like Blitzkrieg in a A7, that six speed
The coppers, they pat and they frisk me
They look at the tats so I’m risky
I’m dressed in all black that's a mystique
Ain’t no turnin' back till I hit peak, I ain’t turnin', nah
'Cause I done been around a lot of motherf*ckas that ain’t wanna see me thrive
Everybody got they hands out, beggin' like Emili, can you keep me live?
No favors, I don’t do favors, I don’t owe favors
'Cause I roll around with the rule breakers
We want new paper with the old faces
I got everything in my momma name 'cause my credit sucks
But I'm makin' cash so my women bad and they wet as f*ck
They drown for me, they down for me but I lift 'em up
So if you think that you didn’t win enough, you didn’t risk enough