Kid That Didd Lyrics – Trippie Redd
CB on the beat
Huh?
Yeah, huh
Yeah, yeah
We pull up in your city, man, like, where’s that Minnie, man?
Double cups and double semi’s (Woo), man, hop out the minivan (Woo, woo)
And my *** is *** saditty, man, don’t show no pity, man
We got 30’s, we got 50’s, man, come right and get me, man (Phew, phew)
And them hollows hit your chinny-chin, I’m like the Crimson Chin (Yeah)
*** your ***, feel like a kid again, I’m with the business, kid (Phew)
*** with me and then go missing, kid, I’m from the trenches, kid (Ha)
Boy, just face it, you diminished, kid, you ***’ finished, kid (Yeah, yeah, woo, woo)
Take a walk, lil’ ***, we steppin’ (Yeah, haha)
*** that talkin’, ***, we wreckin’ (Ah)
Spit on your coffin, send you to hell
You play with my name, I play with these weapons (***, ***)
You think it’s a game, you must got a death-wish (Death-wish, bah)
Now that boy headless (Headless, bah)
Pull up and wet *** (Ah), it was all your inception (Woo)
It was all just a message (Yeah, woo)
Wet up the block, beat up the block (***)
Aimin’ his top, finna hit from the Glock (Bah)
***, I’m 800, I keep me a mop
1400/800, you reppin’ or not? (Not, woo)
***, we too hot (Hot, woo), straight to the top (Top)
Play with the gang, you end up on Fox (Fox News)
We pull up in your city, man, like, where’s that Minnie, man?
Double cups and double semi’s (Woo), man, hop out the minivan (Woo, woo)
And my *** is *** saditty, man, don’t show no pity, man
We got.30’s, we got.50’s, man, come right and get me, man (Phew, phew)
And them hollows hit your chinny-chin, I’m like the Crimson Chin (Yeah)
*** your ***, feel like a kid again, I’m with the business, kid (Phew)
*** with me and then go missing, kid, I’m from the trenches, kid (Ha)
Boy, just face it, you diminished, kid, you ***’ finished, kid (Yeah, yeah, woo, woo)
All this cash, it’s gon’ make a *** surf, Hawaii (Surf)
I got a bad *** at the crib, we like Whitney and Bobby (I got Act’)
I get active on the pill, I get active without it (Active)
Paid three thousand for a seal, now I got drank in my body (Paid three thousand for a seal)
Oh yeah, just some drugs, spent two hundred bands (Spent two hundred)
All these diamond rings gave a *** cold hands (Oh yeah)
Drankin’ codeine, feelin’ like I’m on Xans (Drank)
Said *** tomorrow, started drinkin’ seals up out the can
Niggas sell *** on my block, niggas ***, niggas ***
I’m a rich rigga, ***’ *** hoes on cam
Just for thinkin’ she the one, I’ma dog her out and *** her friend
I’ma knock the *** out, free bands
We pull up in your city, man, like, where’s that Minnie, man? (Yeah)
Double cups and double semi’s (Woo), man, hop out the minivan (Woo, brr, woo)
And my *** is *** saditty, man, don’t show no pity, man (No, no)
We got 30’s, we got 50’s, man, come right and get me, man (Phew, phew, grr, yeah)
And them hollows hit your chinny-chin, I’m like the Crimsion Chin (Yeah, yeah)
*** your ***, feel like a kid again, I’m with the business, kid (Phew, yeah, yeah, Doe Beezy)
*** with me and then go missing, kid, I’m from the trenches, kid (Ha, yeah, Doe Beezy)
Boy, just face it, you diminished, kid, you ***’ finished, kid (Yeah, yeah, woo, woo, Doe Beezy, Doe Beezy, oh, really?)
[?] Doe Beezy got that fifty, kid, don’t play with Trippie, kid (Boom, Doe Beezy, boom)
All that rappin’ ***, I really live, this *** I really did (Yeah, yeah, that’s facts)
Used to slide in minivans, ho, now it’s a Bentley, kid (Skrrt)
Rapper play, his ass get lit up, give no *** how lit he his (Better run, Forest, run, Forest, boom, you think I’m playin?)
Flex my wrist and make your *** mine, play my clique right (Gang, gang)
RBMG ain’t gon’ let *** slide, better not I diss mine (Fool)
*** boy, I got my stick on me, why your stick hidin’?
Ain’t no snakes, ***, I’m like 5’6, choppa 6’9 (Doe Beezy, brr, oh, really?)
We pull up in your city, man, like, where’s that Minnie, man?
Double cups and double semi’s (Woo), man, hop out the minivan (Woo, woo)
And my *** is *** saditty, man, don’t show no pity, man
We got 30’s, we got 50’s, man, come right and get me, man (Phew, phew)
And them hollows hit your chinny-chin, I’m like the Crimson Chin (Yeah)
*** your ***, feel like a kid again, I’m with the business, kid (Phew)
*** with me and then go missing, kid, I’m from the trenches, kid (Ha)
Boy, just face it, you diminished, kid, you ***’ finished, kid (Yeah, yeah, woo, woo)
CB on the beat