Top Songs By Kidd.Cynical
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Allen Tirrell Alexander Jr
Songwriter
Lyrics
I'm about to spaz the hell out (Spaz!)
I'm about to spaz the hell out
Glocky in my bag, fuck around air 'em out
With the Nomadz, bitch you know what we about
Bitch I'm really with it, if a nigga talking shit
I'll get the Smith and and hit him, I'll fucking kill him and his gang
Choker my neck, got a mace on my chain
Fuck your lil sister, she gave me the brain
Glock forty five make him back back
Man that lil nigga federal
Stay tryna snitch on his self on that Snapchat
That's facts
Spin through his blocka that choppa go brat-tat-tat-tat
I'm a gnarly bastard
I'm a party crasher
Y'all are hardly rappers
Drive my Harley faster
I'm a gnarly bastard
I'm a party crasher
Y'all are hardly rappers
Drive my Harley faster
Ugh
I'm fucking your bitch, dawg
Give her dick raw when I'm pissed off
Hit that stupid nigga in his chin
He took liftoff
It ain't shit to get you picked off
I don't play no fucking games, nigga
I'm not Jigsaw
Bloodstains on my black jacket
I like killing niggas, it's a bad habit
I be with my slatt and we be cash grabbing
She gon' jump on that dick like a jackrabbit
It's tragic
We caught him lacking, put holes in his cabbage
Shoot his body, take a selfie with it, post with a caption
Green in my pocket like I'm at the salad bar
I get that chopper to blow you like Avatar
Bitch I'm a demon, I cam out of Babylon
I hit it once and then bounce out
Au revoir!
All of my homies they trap in the daytime
Slide up on you with the Glock, I don't waste time
Stack up the rackies, that shit about waist-high
I ran it up and now she wanna FaceTime
Strap in my duffel
I bury bodies, they pass me a shovel
You are all bark and no bite lil nigga
So you can go shut up and slap on a muzzle
You niggas cappin like Captain K'nuckle
Everybody hard till them hot things shoot you
He want smoke?
Give him static like a Sasuke jutsu
I was born in hell, you hear the devil in your headphones
Wipe that nigga block out, I turned it to a deadzone
Blicky to his brain, he ain't duck and now his head gone
Me and shorty made a sextape like Deftones
He want smoke what's up?
Niggas fuck around get slumped
I got beaucoup bodies in the trunk
Run up on me I might
Niggas fuck around get slumped
I might dump
I might dump
Writer(s): Allen Alexander Jr
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