THE KIDS

Whole lotta gas I don't run out Dark skinned plug, he don't serve with the sun out He think they plottin, he swerve with gun out He just pull in, hit my phone like yo come out How shawty geekin, we ain't even hung out She tryna slide to the crib and get dug out Shawty you wellin and I'll leave you strung out And you too available, that take the fun out All of these rappers to me are hilarious Two years ago I remember you carried us My team been solid, your structure precarious I got the flow 'cause my pops an Aquarius These niggas move like they know I'm the scariest Hop on the mic, instrumentals get buried I'm shuttin 'em up, damn I feel like librarians Hop in a chariot, slide all through Maryland What do they got, fool said a lot You need to stop that IG views of you lettin the top back Hype in your comments They think that you bought that End of the weekend that Masi was brought back Runnin your credit up, can't get a call back First it was litty and then it was all sad Sheesh This bitch diggin me like a wombat Wheels touching down on the tarmac Boy, you got dirt in your car mats, where is your farm at I can't recall likin none of your songs And I'm thinkin far back, where the alarm at It's gettin hot in this bitch, I'm on fire Pick out a bar and tell me I'm a liar I don't need designer to know that I'm flyer I get all my Swavor straight from the supplier Shout out to Sheku, he blessed with the fit Shout out to Jaylen, he making us rich You from the county, but you ain't the kids You from the county, but you ain't the kids Just want the credit for makin it lit Skate through the city with Ashton and Fets I need a Aston to slide with my bitch When I ride past you gon' know whose it is