24 BARS Lyrics

Aye, look, see

First things first, I got the rap game in a hearse

Go against The Kidd get cursed, it'll only get worse

These niggas so broke needa nurse

You see I'm too quenched for the thirst

Handle niggas like a purse

I really had to get em out the dirt

Eight years strong in the game, really put in the work

If Kidd on the beat it's getting murk

Get some white tee's from the clerk, put careers on a shirt

Pull up to the block, to hot

Roll right up to the spot

Walk in like "Heyyy"

Walk in this bitch sashay, silly games I don't play

More top, lets trade

Girl I heard he go Both Ways, (Say Wa?)

Yea girl, word on the street Kidd Gay

Shit ion know about that

But one things a fact bout The Kidd

Them bills stay paid

Shit man them niggas better keep up

Any nigga going toe to toe, guaranteed to get eat up

Nigga when you finna put the D up

Get a backwood from the store, tell my nigga roll the weed up

Pissing on u niggas with the seat up

Messy ole gossip ass niggas needa go n get a tea cup

Run up on The Kidd, get beat up

Pull up in the hood wit my nigga just to go get his re up

Yea and that's fax no printer

Ion tryna be no role model nigga ima born sinner

Always on point no center

Call me Usain on the track cuz i'm bolting like a sprinter

Eat these rap niggas like dinner

Take two puffs of the gas then I'm high like a tenor

Rookie ass nigga a beginner

Say you wanna make it to the top, better roll with the winners

Nigga ima bad motherfucker

You hating ass niggas don't agree?

Don't care, bitch suck it

Nigga think he funny, Chris Tucker

Ain't shit funny when I drop, whole game like fuck it

Fucking with The Kidd you a perv(ert)

Pussy ass nigga, hit a nerve?

Oh well bitch pluck it!

Niggas ain't tryna get served

Dick game too superb, too big gotta tuck it!

Niggas really is some hoes, ain't got a mind of they own

These niggas is puppets

Niggas really is some clones, hiding they hand throwing stones

You soft no crumpets

In the rap game I'm Kobe, twenty-four shots from the three point line

Like Buckets!

Ima make sure the world know me

Coming for the top no cap, finna blow no trumpets

(The Kidd)