Death Tha Kidd Lyrics

Hop out with two Glocks like Death the kid, I'm duel wielding in this bitch

Twins Siamese and then they switch

I'm pop a stem and smoke a half to face im finna glitch

Got this lil hoe and she switching sides cause she don't know if she's his

Jag in the driver's seat, I'm up in the back with bounty playing the switch

Nah, don't let his ass in the VIP cause his lame ass ain't on the list

G-Wagon parked outside, it's a Uber, I don't own it

He get an extra tip and five stars if he say I can smoke in it

Bitch, she got my Glock in her hand, I like how she hold it

This shit ain't for no play play nigga, promise I ain't posing shit

And these real off guards, I promise I ain't pose for shit

Tenable and R.O.K., I'm buying clothes and shit

Middle of the summer, dressed like it's October, bitch

She a wall hugger, so I told her drop it to the floor and get lit

Tell me nigga, are you picking up what I'm laying down

AR at the spray ground, shit weigh almost ten pounds

1-800, clean 'em up, nigga it's no trace now

If you see his partner say what's up, leave him face down