Testo Tombstone - Kidd Kidd
Testo della canzone Tombstone (Kidd Kidd), tratta dall'album Street Fame
(Intro)
I want my hundreds blue like X-Men
That money turns me into a beast
Your wife fucking your best man
I told you that hoe is for the streets
Laying on my deathbed
I had to lie to the police
Gun under the bed
Sprayed in case they try 10-23
I'm the villain not the hero
Don't look up to me
Trap house like Home Depot
We was cutting keys
Wrists on sub zero
That banger on me too
Trying to jump me like Zero
Bought his Trae Tha Truth
Sipping codeine
Spilling ashes all over my Gucci suit businessman
And I spin your block like a ceiling fan
Been the man
I'm too short to ever be the bigger man
So trust me
If we beefing squashing it ain't my dinner plans
Spick and span
She sucked me in a Benz sprinter van Wiz Khalifa
No telling when I'm gonna see you again
Fifty bands spinning fast
Can't tell you where it went
A hundred bands all 20's like an ATM
Niggas mad
All in my comments but won't say it to my face
How you a real steppa when your shoes fake
Pulling out a check in front of you
Make you feel like some kind of way
I'm on demon time
I can't be kind today
I got time today
Moon ride from outer space
Trying to get off all the pounds
I feel so out of shape
Fuck out my face man
I just want to live my life
Why they don't leave me alone
They do anything for likes
Someone please come take their phone
Make sure that my money right
Before I pull up and do one song
I know that that pussy tight
But it ain't going to break up my home
Meet up at the same spot
Make sure that you come alone
Last nigga crossed me
Got crosses on his tombstone
Y'all just starting wearing Dior's
Ten years ago I had that on
You ain't supposed to tell the world you fucked her
You supposed to pass that on
Flexing with another nigga chick
Man you all bragging wrong
I ain't bringing everybody to the top
I hate to tag along
Y'all had a good run
Sorry it didn't last too long
Stepping on niggas like concrete
Call them steppingstone
Rap shit don't work
Back to trapping on M-Zone
Touch down one hand snag
Back to the endzone
Pull over that ass too fat
You gonna break a hip bone
Bust down rocks on her neck
Now she a Flintstone
Got a spending problem
Soon as I get it that shit just gone
I ain't tripping about it
Just triple the price when I perform
Made thousands off $20 gas station flip phones
Little nigga I've been on
Ask about me I've been known
I put that shit on
Jump in the whip
Put my shit on
Tissue paper for all the haters
I gotta shit on
I'm the one they slept on
Still hard as Teflon
They hate they kid like a stepmom
It's all good though
I just want to live my life
Why they don't leave me alone
They do anything for likes
Someone please come take their phone
Make sure that my money right
Before I pull up and do one song
I know that that pussy tight
But it ain't going to break up my home
Meet up at the same spot
Make sure that you come along
Last nigga crossed me
Got crosses on his tombstone
Y'all just starting wearing Dior's
Ten years ago I had that on
You ain't supposed to tell the world you fucked her
You supposed to pass that on
(Outro)
Credits
Writer(s): Curtis Stewart
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