Testo Run It - Kidd Kidd
Testo della canzone Run It (Kidd Kidd), tratta dall'album Real Is Rare
Straight from New Orleans where the tour shit started
So you know how them hoes get down
Motherfucker been on live with your Cash App
I'ma turn the thot right now
On my mama, I ain't sparing no robber
Nigga reach for the chain, you gon' hear click-bop
And I know shooters out the 3 and the 10
I'm forever 9-Ward, downtown top
When I pop up they be like
"Damn Kidd, where you been? We ain't seen you in a while."
I been running around getting money
If it ain't about a check, I ain't tryna hang around
All these bitches going crazy, I ain't had a hoe lately
I be fuckin' these hoes like I ain't going west
Call me Kidd Kidd but I feel like Ironman
Cause a big-ass chain shooting light from my chest
Put a hundred grand in the trunk of the front door
And then the Rari's a brand-new Vette
Hit that pussy, when the shit too dry
Better play with that pussy till that bitch get wet
Talk tough to that hoe when you know shit died
I'ma start calling that shit a false arrest
Tear the fuck up too, dawg, ain't nothing to be ashamed of
I done seen it happen to the best
May 10th Street my hood, I wish a nigga would
Cause I know somebody gon' get stretched
We ain't bout to spare nobody, we gon' catch everybody
Spraying every day till nobody left
Trap bars open 24-7
At my mama crib could've made a mill on my steps
And I know shooters got hit up for real
Living in a wheelchair and they still gon' step
I don't dick ride, I'ma stay in my lane
I don't ride no waves, I don't know how to surf
Run me through the hundreds cause my hands all blue
Look like a nigga just finished punching on a Smurf
Pussy-ass nigga talking all that tough shit
Till his family gotta wear his face on a shirt
Broke-ass nigga ain't got no money
Still they hating on the next man work
Run it, run it, run it, run it
Run it, run it, run it
Run it, run it, run it
Straight from New Orleans where the tour shit started
So you know how them hoes get down
Better put the opp on live with your Cash App
I'ma turn the thot right now
And on my mama, I ain't sparing no robber
Nigga reach for the chain, you gon' hear click-bop
And I know shooters out the 3 and the 10
I'm forever 9-Ward, downtown top
When I pop up they be like
"Damn Kidd, where you been? We ain't seen you in a while."
I been running around getting money
If it ain't about a check, I ain't tryna hang around
Ayy, runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
Runnin', runnin', runnin', ayy
Ayy, runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
Runnin', runnin', runnin', ayy
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Writer(s): Curtis Stewart
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