[Hook: Yung JB]
f*ck with the kid woah
On the come up big yo
Chasin' the bands
Get it on demand
Do what I can
f*ck with the kid woah
On the come up big yo
Boutta run em' up man
Make another grand aye
Boutta run em' up man
Make another grand aye
[Bridge: Yung JB]
I'm not ill, I'm sick
No sleep, on a mission
No sense, got to listen
Cookin' in the kitchen
Pop a pill, split a rillo, smoke that sh*t then grab a pillow
[Verse 1: Yung JB]
A pus*y ass Jew ridin' round in the coupe
Can't run forever, on the track it's a loop
Shoot the basketball, stuck inside a hoop
Defenders are ops, totin' fake straps
If I took you up on your word, you would hate that
Hit it from the side like a bass drum
di*k hit your lip make your face numb
She all on my head like I'm f*cking the beats
I'm runnin' this sh*t, like I got on cleats
In the silk sheets, she toppin' my meat
Don't know me, but know I stay strapped
16 to your dome, know the bullets fat
Inflated ass, can ya handle that?
I don't want your cash or your hoes
Also know I got my own
Catch me slidin' in the cut, and you know I'm not alone
With the homies with the cones
Leave your skin off of your bones
sh*t nasty, but anything I do make her moan
Can't talk now busy getting to the racks
f*ck with the kid, b*tch you know I'm coming back
Facts, relax, potential filled to max
Extra cheese when I'm eating up her Mac
f*ck around, drop a banger & sh*t
A bomb & sh*t
The commas sit
The llama rips
Right through the thong
Name brand ain't last long
Really ain't that strong
What's the name of that song?
[Hook: Yung JB]
f*ck with the kid woah
On the come up big yo
Chasin' the bands
Get it on demand
Do what I can
f*ck with the kid woah
On the come up big yo
Boutta run em' up man
Make another grand aye
Boutta run em' up man
Make another grand aye
[Verse 2: Lil Kikke]
b*tch I'm ballin like Curry
She cookin' that curry
Can't f*ck with a b*tch if that pus*y too furry
She slurp on my sh*t like a f*ckin' McFlurry
I'm smokin' that sh*t so my vision too blurry
I'm sippin' that sh*t so my words kinda slurry
She do it for me
b*tch I do it for weed
Make your girlfriend my queen
Do not talk to me please
Cuz I can't even speak when I'm sippin' that lean
f*ck with the kid, Kikke b*tch
Me & my team gon' make it b*tch
Poppin' them bottles and poppin' them models
f*ck with the squad, turn your ass into fossils
Kikke & Yung JB
Make some room on your MP3
We don't play games no PSP
f*ck with the kid, that's RIP
Got me some C Notes, I feel like a singer
b*tch I'm so Cole, I feel like a sinner
Eatin' some beats, think it's time for some dinner
b*tch I'm 100, call that sh*t a fever
Need a b*tch with lips like Kylie
Got 2 hoes on me like Kyrie
Got that dirty in my styree
She gon' ride my ball like Miley
b*tch I am rocking that bling
You cannot f*ck with the kid
Smokin that green
f*ckin' your b*tch on the scene
Got your b*tch all on my team
f*ckin' the team
One day, I'ma be at the top, on the top of the building gettin' top from a next top model
Leave that b*tch walking round hobbled
Not gon' pass the weed like finals
f*ck with the kid, I'm grinding ho
I'ma go in till I can't breathe ho
I'ma drink mo till I can't see ho
I'ma smoke mo till I can't puff mo
f*ckin' these b*tches like everyday
All of my b*tches go every way
All of these rappers they all of my prey
With your girl I go 50 shades of grey
[Bridge: Yung JB]
I'm not ill, I'm sick
No sleep, on a mission
No sense, got to listen
Cookin' in the kitchen
Pop a pill, split a rillo, smoke that sh*t then grab a pillow
[Hook: Yung JB]
f*ck with the kid woah
On the come up big yo
Chasin' the bands
Get it on demand
Do what I can
f*ck with the kid woah
On the come up big yo
Boutta run em' up man
Make another grand aye
Boutta run em' up man
Make another grand aye