Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Devonte Malik Tomlin
Songwriter
Lyrics
Baby, you understand
Uh, KD, why do people call you KD
Baby, you understand
Dade county goin' crazy like it's throwback in the 80s
Let a nigga smoke wit' ya like I joke, wit' ya baby
40F, I been walkin' around with four pistols lately
I can't even get up out the hood, cause that's the hood that made me richmond heights P rine goulds through Florida City, baby
When the hood pop out, hoes outside, they hangin
When you get her on that liq, lil' mama pussy go to ringing
I can't even feel a vibe cause I know you hoes leechin
I can't even stay outside cause I know y'all hoes cheatin
Yeen Like me then, So I don't like you, nah, but you can eat it
I don't even like hoes that act bad or be conceited
I don't even like people, if you don't like me, then delete me
Finna throw away my phone, government trying to reach me
Finna drop all my hoes for my hoes, so she see it
I'm just playin' my ho, make your ho come quick
I ain't lyin', my ho be the one do the blitzing
If the shit ain't broke, then we ain't got a fix
I don't care about who talk or who diss
If your lil' woot want it, then your lil' woot get it
Hot days, we walk around with no shirt in the city
Weekdays, we busy, weekends, gettin' litty
Slide up, hit the bity, GVO, slide, hit me
Tryna turn 25 to 250
Tryna come up on a pound off the bookie
Unc, got the recipe for the cookies
T.T. got the recipes for the rookies
Bro, got that lemon squeeze for the junkies
And I got banana clips for a whole lot of monkeys
Unc, got the recipe for the cookies
T.T. got the recipes for the rookies
Bro, got that lemon squeeze for the junkies
And I got banana clips for a whole lot of monkeys
Writer(s): Devonte Tomlin
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