Kid Cudi (Original Version) lyrics

by

Xavier Wulf


[Verse 1: Xavier Wulf]
Okay, I pull up high as f*ck, right up front to where the venue was
Every time I look at her she feel like I'm the only one (Uh-huh)
Only thing I care about is living life the best I could
Only wanna smoke and stay productive 'til the day is done
Pull up to my day ones, kicking sh*t like Deawon (Deawon)
Then I played her favorite song, she think we can get along (Get along)
I ain't got no beef with bongs but I'd rather roll the strong (Roll the strong)
She ain't tryna prolong, she get to the provolone (Uh-huh)
Pull up to my block quick, pop out then I dip (Skrrt)
At first I told her, "No," but now I think I'll have a sip
Ever since I got my money right I'm smiling like the Grinch
And I don't give a f*ck about no sucker n*gga sh*t (Sucker n*gga sh*t)
I'ma pull up screaming (Ooh), I don't give no f*ck and that is it (Ooh, ooh)
I show up, do a 540, shake and bake and rip (Shake and bake and rip)
Chicken bone nowison shorty in my whip
It's Hollow Squad The Coffin Fleet, I bet they won't forget (Uh-huh)
You b*tch

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
They tryna be cray (Mm, yeah)
They tryna be cray (Mm, yeah)
She wanna meet Carti (Mm, Carti)
That b*tch is a Barbie (Yeah)
I'ma f*ck these hoes (Ooh)
I'm on 730
Got a brand new pack like Kid Cudi (Brand new)
I smoke dope like Kid Cudi
Push up and get the slugs from me (Slime, slime)
I'm with all the sh*ts (Slime, slime)
We pull up with sh*t (Yeah)
We pull up with, uh (Yeah)
We pull up with sticks, hol' up
We pull out the van, hol' up
We pull out the sh*t, ayy
I pull out the .9, hol' up
I pull out and blitz, hol' up
I pull out the fire, hol' up
I pull out wit' six
I'm smokin' out the pound
Your b*tch tryna suck my di*k, yeah
The b*tch gonna ride the di*k, yeah
The b*tch get thrown in the pit

[Chorus: Young Nudy]
Running from the cops (Cops)
Gotta keep my Glock (Gotta keep my Glock)
When I see them cops (Cops)
You know I have my Glock (Know I have my Glock)
Middle finger, f*ck 12, always on my block (Always on my block)
Middle finger to the opp, we gon' pop at opps (We gon pop at opps)
Pop a body, drop him (Drop him)
Cop a body, deuces (Deuces)
They be talking 'bout it (Huh?)
But don't know who be doing it (Don't know who be doing it)
These n*ggas be talking (Talking), they lemon squeeze (Lemon squeeze)
XD (XD), ooh, lemon squeeze, yeah

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