79-75 ft. Frid The Kid Lyrics

On my money stand tall, just like Yao Ming (Damn)

Flip it, woah, to my shoota on the left wing (Hey!)

Shoutout Eli, got that block for the fucking team

Santa Barbara yeah that's us, smokin' DVC

Just like Carti to the moon, feel like Uzi I go Zoom

With my bros from the 'field, swear to God they all my goons

She wanna date it's too soon, had to tell her leave the room

She tried to trick me, is you goofy? Call that bitch a Looney Tune

Eyes red, I'm not high, why they think I'm Super Sayian?

With the team they my gang, on the court we not playin'

Different colors 'round my neck, actin like some damn crayons

How you say you love me? But you was fuckin' on another mans

New bitch, on my dick, bought me some Amiri pants

No prom, told that whore, "sorry baby I can't dance"

Now she got an OnlyFans, switchin' up like a trans

Oh my God, I was about to give that whore another chance

Since my prime

(Yeah)

On my time

Since my prime

(Yeah)

On my time

Man I do this since the prime

Just beginning on my time

Looking back they all last while I'm at the finish line

Wait

Catching up

Zero to Sixty

Counting hundreds

Counting fifties

Staying in your own lane

Cuz you ain't staying with me

Riding in a SRT!

Yeah you know I'm speed racing

Jk it's a Chevy Malibu

But I'll still race it

Petal to the metal

I don't see the dash

Yeah too fast like flash

Dripping the ice like the water

(Yeah)

You know I splash!

Stepping to the top

Waiting for the drop

On the move no stop

Cut the back door

Catch it That's a lob

Get it how I go

Watch the fucking flow

Ice Walk freeze like snow

You should already know

Frid (The kid) gone blow

(Ah)

On my money stand tall, just like Yao Ming (Damn)

Flip it, woah, to my shoota on the left wing (Hey!)

Shoutout Eli, got that block for the fucking team

Santa Barbara yeah that's us, smokin' DVC

I'm so fast speed racin' in the GTC

We was fuckin' on the floor mattress didn't need the sheets

2AM, she called my phone askin' can you wife me?

So I asked her, "what's yo sign?" She said, "it's a pisces"

(Damn)

Call me Jack I'm in her box, Alotta red not the socks

Stackin' cheese, makin' money, Bill Gates with the stocks

Fight night gotta box

Mike Tys' never loss

Pulling up, from the three, Trae Young on the Hawks

All my kicks they some heat, even though I never bought

In the air like BnB, hit my dance that's the mop

Racin' cars, DMV, slow down that's the cops

See me in the fuckin' paint Dwight Howard with the block

(Gimme that shit!)