Born For This ft. OCD Kupid Lyrics

Ayo Kupid

What's poppin

Trying to run this bitch down to the West Coast real quick

Bet!

Haha yeah turn me up

Yuh aye aye aye aye aye aye yuh damn ok

Yuh Yuh Yuh Let's get it baby fuck em up

Call up cuddi poppin' out we gettin' lit today

Shawty say she love the style she loving how I drip today

She love how I grip that K she love how I do it like that

She love how I put a beam on his head and get a pricetag

Since the genesis baby we was born for this shit

Sticks and stones may break my bones but my words could get you hit

Trying to claim me for my worth well let me tell you what it is

I could put you in the dirt and then smoke you up like a mid

I'm the hottest on the earth you should come and fuck with the kid

All the junkies poppin' perks when we pull up to pop his lid

Say he gonna get me I bet he never made it there (he didn't)

Better quit the crying all that bullshit we ain't playin' fair

Taking off like a rocket baby we go to the stars

Think I'm smoking too much I just saw Elon on mars

I don't really takes xans but I'm always poppin' bars

I just want to make bands that's just why I go so hard

Cut off all my fake friends that''s why I be feeling light

If you feeling down call me up I can get you right

Playing with your life bitch promise that's the wrong move

You gon' start a crisis fucking with the wrong crew

We gone go and pop out that's just what I wan' do

Roll me up a cone maybe bring me a lil' blunt too

Got my little homie with me he say he wan' stunt too

Sticking that lead to his skin like a tatoo

Shawty stackin' bread she just wanna get that bag too

Demons in my head them bitches got me in a bad mood

Turn him to a hashtag

Turn him to a tattoo

Alright I'm finna wet him up and imma put him on a shirt too

Don't talk on OCD bitch I would hate to have to hurt you

They pretend to rap but really want the shit that we do

And opposition get wrapped up kinda like my weed do

Hit with some clippers in his scalp fuck up his hair-do

We finna slide up on the opps 'cause they scared too

Take his chain spin back for his watch

That's on 302 (fuck C-Loc)

Knock him out I'm punching out lil' bro loose tooth

Bullets connected to him Bluetooth

Ain't no fingerprints this ain't blues clues

Don't piss me off 'cause I'm a cool dude

I've been sipping on wok that shit got me floating

Like I'm finna put him to sleep Melatonin

Blingin' all my shit stupid like my name iLoveMakonnen

And I don't fuck with the rats so I'm swiping out the rodents

And I'm gonna fuck on your bitch and I ain't even use no trojan

Fuck on that hoe kick her out of the crib and now that bitch got ghosted

Bitch I'm speeding going a hundred in a forty-five

Kill a beat first degree it's a homocide

Step in the streets keep that heat glued by my side

All of this shit is off the dome 'cause I don't like to write

Smokin' opps like lil' Darkie it's a genocide

And fuck these hoes they always lying for a peice of mind (Kupid)

Kupid