Kidz With Gunz lyrics

by

DOM KENNEDY


[Verse 1: Skeme]
Look, pledge allegiance, my middle finger up like f*ck polices
Duke back better hide your nieces, cause I’m zoned out
Tripping on purps and lean
When I was 13, I could work the nina
Just a young n*gga tryna f*ck Selena
I done did dirt just to bring the team up
So now I bring the team just to f*ck the scene up
n*ggas know what’s up, I’m in a rover truck
And with a roll of sl*ts, she tryna pour me up
And when she throw me up, bet I’ma hold her butt
I bet that’s why n*ggas wanna clone me, huh
Bet that’s why hoes be all on me, huh
Best that you walk up slowly, because I got it on me
And n*ggas don’t know me bruh
I’m stunting on these n*ggas like I’m Dana Dane
Swerving lane to lane, my n*ggas banging gangs
You n*ggas claiming gangs, you n*ggas claim the game
But never came to hang, so sh*t just ain’t the same
And now we claim you lames, huh?
See man I came up flames, and try to gain a name
And then I made the name
b*tch I ain’t even wanna change the game
These n*ggas telling me the rules have never played the game
Now I’m looking like what the f*ck?
I told you b*tch n*ggas not to f*ck with us
Cause if you f*ck with us we got to f*ck you up
Pull out the bucky buck and leave you buttoned up
[Hook]
Bunch of kids, with f*cking guns, big f*cking guns
Bunch of kids, with f*cking guns, big f*cking guns
Bunch of kids, with f*cking guns, big f*cking guns
Bunch of kids, with f*cking guns, big f*cking guns, bang
Big, f*cking guns, big f*cking guns, bang
Big, f*cking guns, big f*cking guns, bang

[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]
Real motherf*cker from the set like whoa
FIGSIDE FIGSIDE
I’m yelling out grove, got your homies off
sh*t will prolly make the news
Everybody dead, this ain’t April fools, n*gga
Playing with your life, flossing all morning, we ain’t get them tonight
Soon as everything is cool, green light on sight
Creep so hard, think god did
I’m a f*cking loc , you ain’t getting money, you’s a f*cking joke
n*gga, what the f*ck you mean, TDE b*tch, motherf*ck your team
Knock, knock, knock, n*gga clear the scene
Everybody gone, only took a minute, I had the nina Glock
And held 9 to pop, I got 9 to drop, around 9 o’clock, uh, n*gga
Yeah, like the odds, steal your granny sh*t keep the foil hot
I’m looking for the fiends with the grimy socks
With the dirty nails and the girly tops
Yeah, I’m getting rich tonight
Sell your pus*y b*tch you're getting pimped tonight
Yeah, make a right on Fig, get your di*k sucked, hundred bucks, right on trick
Get guns, split wigs, yeah, a kid
This world ain’t give you sh*t
But pus*y till you dead, the signature stack
Cause you might get sick
Cotton candy sweet as gold, let me see your pus*y ho
Throw it back, clap it slow, show me why they call you ho
b*tch I’m up I know you know, tell me what you playing for
b*tch I ain’t fiending, what is you feeling
b*tch is you with it, b*tch, I am with it

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Skeme]
Now b*tch just chill, this how it is when the sh*t get real
Pistol grip and an eggman whip, with a distant b*tch
On some pimping sh*t
Bars R us, now tell them f*ck n*ggas don’t bother us
I rap with the strap, no robbing us
And we ball like ain’t nobody guarding us
Start back n*gga, chopper to your head line, part that n*gga
You a b*tch boy, where your heart at n*gga
Small fish in the water where the sharks at n*gga
Touch this, touch that, I bust first, you can’t bust back
Racks on racks yeah I touch that
I ride henny while you walking with your butts back
n*gga f*ck that, f*ck this, no f*ck sh*t, cause I’m a YG
I be, getting money, swear the dollar sign is my ID
Say my n*gga, I know you n*ggas heard, I don’t play my n*gga
Next up, out the C.A, my n*gga, I can sh*t on these rappers all day my n*gga
Ye, ye, my n*gga, money team flow Ray J my n*gga
That’s a joke n*gga, laugh, dirty money show we putting hundreds in the back
Diss about mine and we running in your lap, have 10 for a line
n*ggas coming for your ass
Got a groove n*gga with me, that’s a whole front of 50
Single wood door F's in the room from the biddy
Make a diss about mine and we running in your lap, have 10 for a line
n*ggas coming for your ass
Got a Groove n*gga with me, that’s a whole front of 50
Single wood door F's in the room from the biddy
Whoh, b*tch
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