Kidding Me lyrics

[Intro: FBG Duck]
I know they've been waiting like, "When Duck gon' drop some new sh*t?"
(Here we go again, ooh)
(Skitzo Beat)
(These lil' n*ggas better clout up)
I've been waiting to drop some new sh*t myself, n*gga
(n*gga, that's my sh*t by the way, too, b*tch)
I asked myself like, "Why the f*ck you ain't dropping sh*t, n*gga?" (Woo, turn up)

[Chorus: FBG Duck]
They thought I wouldn't make it, sh*t, you kiddin' me? (Hahaha)
I'ma be here forever, they can never get rid of me (True)
f*ck all my old b*tches, f*ck all my enemies (f*ck all them b*tchеs)
Why would I stop and I know that my family depend on me? (No, ooh, turn up)
I got to show thеse people, ooh, I got to show these people (Ooh)
I got to show these people that ain't none of these n*ggas out here can f*ck with me (No)
I got show these people, I got to show these people (FBG sh*t)
That when it come to this sh*t, I'm the f*ckin' king (FBG, b*tch)

[Verse 1: FBG Duck]
These n*ggas ain't f*ckin' with me, okay, you can admit it (No)
You think that you f*ckin' with me, well, you can forget it (No)
All I smoke is loud, I don't smoke midgets (Dope)
And I don't waste my time, clock is tickin' (Skrrt)
Call up some b*tches (Ooh), give them the drugs to get their nerves right (Turn up)
Just 'cause I'm gettin' money I'm 'posed to hit the store to splurge, right? (Money)
These n*ggas trippin', they finna go through the wrong turnpike (True)
You still ain't learn, right? I'm finna kill 'em just like it's a purge night (Brrt, brrt)
They thought I wouldn't make it, they thought I wouldn't make it
I was told they not givin' it to me, so I gotta take it
It sound like I made it, this sh*t came out the basement
f*ck bein' famous, I'm here for the paper (Money)
[Chorus: FBG Duck & 40 Moncler]
They thought I wouldn't make it, sh*t, you kiddin' me? (Hahaha)
I'ma be here forever, they can never get rid of me (True)
f*ck all my old b*tches, f*ck all my enemies (f*ck all them b*tches)
Why would I stop and I know that my family depend on me? (No, ooh, turn up)
I got to show these people, ooh, I got to show these people (Ooh)
I got to show these people that ain't none of these n*ggas out here can f*ck with me (No)
(I'll pull up on your b*tch, n*gga, [?])
I got show these people, I got to show these people (Ooh)
(Hundred bands in the Truey, b*tch)
That when it come to this sh*t, I'm the f*ckin' king

[Verse 2: 40 Moncler]
Trappin', got enemies, you n*ggas is kiddin' me
-'ll never get rid of me (Nope), won't never get rid of me (Nope)
Two hundred in traffic, my n*ggas ain't lackin'
They hate on the gang, your b*tch wanna hang
Hoppin' all out of the foreign, Maison Margiela's
When I'm in your city, it look like I'm tourin'
f*ckin' your b*tch and I'm moanin'
Kickin' her out in the morning
Sippin' on Act' and keep pourin'
Try to run down and we scorin' (Boom, boom)
Dunkin' on sh*t like I'm Jordan
n*ggas be tight 'cause we up now (Up), bankrolls keep my Trues stuffed
Bet your b*tch gon' choose up, all she want is that new love (Gang)
Spent 10K at the jeweler, b*tch, don't make me shoot you
Hollow tips rip right through you (Brrat), got 50K tucked for the lawyer
Tryna run up on me, you a goner, now the [?] block hotter than Florida
[Chorus: FBG Duck]
Why would I stop and I know that my family depend on me? (No, ooh, turn up)
I got to show these people, ooh, I got to show these people (Ooh)
I got to show these people that ain't none of these n*ggas out here can f*ck with me (No)
I got show these people, I got to show these people (Ooh)
That when it come to this sh*t, I'm the f*ckin' king