Kiss My Ring ft. Sid... Lyrics

I don't like any of you niggas,

Not too fond of you bitches half the time either, you're weird

Deranged, broken, fractured, full of bugs,

Bugs that burrow deeper every day and fill your

Thoughts with nonsense and untruth

You can't fathom logic due to that, witcho lil' dumbass

We're even now, bitch

First off, R.I.P. to Rah, you got to pardon me I'm high

I think I'm Moses in reverse and I can't part the Nina Sky

If you ask an ex of mine, my middle name should be goodbye, yeah

Been distant from my dogs, I think we all just need to grow, And out of all of us, I'm the one who needs it most

Woke up this morning, washed My face, my nigga and seen a ghost

But, anybody assuming they gon' take food from us

Prepare yourselves for a cruel summer

HearseRollerz, known steppers, And moon runners, send your Whole lil' shit downhill nigga

Like Cool Runnings

We'll see what you do soon, when The platoon comin', for the world And everything in it

I'm still that same menace, down To put holes in your L.A. fitted, Might not even make it to Thanksgiving

I was raised off of G-Intentions, y'all niggas weak for bitches

Who immature, I mean, these Hoes can't even season chicken

But, me and Deezy, he proud to Keep arenas packed

I'm known to diva crack, Sidney Keep a freak attached

Snap when I chat, so I don't need the app

The rap game a itch, I need to scratch

You pussy niggas must have Hopes to get like me, perhaps

Anytime I float, I Thanos fingers snap

You can't seem to see or cease, or think that you don't really fuckin' Need to rap

Your circle flawed, cause they Ain't told you that your dreams a wrap

Look, I got the keys to the home of rap

Nigga, I hope your things are packed

Who convinced you we an even match

I lead the league in stats

I'm like Kareem and Magic Johnson combined, but like Gilbert dawg, I keep the mack

So in the head, 22 shots, that's Christmas Eve in fact

Your BM house, where I'ma keep my plaques

Yeah, bitch, I'ma keep them racks

But that's the language you can't speak

Your English teacher trash

I'm moving modestly, but I'm the best rapper alive

A pop star, trap god, and the king of R&B

My nigga, who you know as hard as me

Right now, I'm working on my Carter 3

You call your new shit classic, But we just call it cheeks

It's HearseRollerz in Five

Lil' bitch, I call a sweep

I'm off the chain hook

Most of all, the leash

Bitch, I'm not nice

Y'all shaking like hot dice

I want my own bitch

But if God give me yours, who am I to argue

Have her back by tomorrow

Til she bang a nigga line, asking for a part two

Bitch, I need reparations for all of the motherfucking

drip you borrowed

Been nice

I'm a bitch nigga's bitch type

She ain't no real ones existed in real life

I'm like the temperature rising, But bitch, I'm thin ice

More bars than a pinstripe

Y'all funny

Most of y'all the Key and Peel type

This is real life

Nigga, bitch, I feel like me back in 2017

Ain't changed, but now my sanity intact by any means

I'm adjacent to the king

Why would I fear a human being

These hands work, but niggas Know I'll let that Ruger sing deep

I guess that's just the tuba thing

Shawty

I think my mind playing tricks on me

Starting to feel like everyone claiming

They real, really a bitch, homie

No talk for soldiers where your big homie

What you know about rolling down, lick set

Just remember, pussy nigga, I know where your kids rest

Let's keep this shit a buck

Let's see who got bigger nuts

In this F&N, I trust

It's the kid, nigga

What

Most of y'all rap niggas

Is sweet

I'm slender and street

And life the only thing that's bigger than me

Hey

Don't think because they swole, bruh

that these niggas soldiers

These niggas are cold cuts

I'm oh 10 Kanye

I'm oh 12 Sosa

I hate being sober

Hey, Perk, tell them niggas pick a hearse

And pull down they motherfucking skirts

I don't even rap on beats

Little nigga, I converse

I'm godly

Mama laid me in a manger after birth

Nigga, my first words was a 16-bar verse

No bap

Tell the bity it's a wrap

Little bitch, you know I'm Nipsey with the slaps

And now we even

Your mama could have you all over again, nigga

You still couldn't be this shit

It's like that

It's like that

It's like that

Yeah, nigga

Yeah, nigga

Summer in my back pocket

Zay we do it like this every time, baby

Deezy you already know how it's going down

Burna Boy

What's up

Tell all them hoes who playing DeLulu

Like they don't know who a nigga really is

and how a nigga really rock

Stop

Stop

It's all the same thing

It is a little controversy, so it just

means a different perspective

So don't act confusion

It's DJ Kozy, baby

Celebratory music

Xzayvier, Sid

Yeah, now we even

Scram

HearseRollerz