JID - LeAndre Thomas lyrics
JID [Destin Choice Route] Atlanta, Georgia. U.S. 🇺🇸
[JID - LeAndre Thomas lyrics]
This is beautiful what is that, velvet?
Pardon me, but this shit might come
Out a little retarded
But I have to put my heart in it
Give the orderlies orders here's an organ
According to the war these niggas started
I have to go abortion
Killing niggas and broads like, Tam, Tammy
And even little Toya
Put a baby crib in front of my
Ford Taurus and fucking floor it
Might as well cause these bitches
Is dumb as hell having a baby with males and
Raising them by themselves
These niggas is all in jail
The streets are on some tweet shit
Kicking up they feeds
Kids got nothing to eat shit
These bitches is on some street shit
And I ain’t cheat bitch
But if you think I'm tricking then Ctrl, Alt
Delete bitch get up off the seat, snap, snap
Cause you gotta show me something other
Than pretty face and features
And it would be cool to say
I drop bars for features but nah
I been kicking dope shit since a fetus
Na I don't need your rap bars on my remix
Turn Soulja Boy tell ’em
Into Soulja Boy teethless
Ask about the kid, JID, older boys preaching
Teaching the opposite of squealing
East Atlanta breath
And my breath is never stink
I just smoked a blunt, high as hell
And If every you was to act foolish
One call, that's all, nigga
I ain't saying I'm goonin
But I been through it
And them two, plus you, equals three stooges
You got the mind, nigga use it
Got two strikes
Finna be your third time losing
You fucking stupid, I'm cooling
Blowing some earth, wind, and fire
I use my Bic to ignite it
Where I'm from niggas glorify the
Rims and the tires and
Then recycle the swag along
With cans and bags
Everybody goes green if not that
Then beans or Xans, codeine, lean
Some doing the Charle Sheen
And the boys come and take them
Away like Charline from Aunt Chamberlain
Scrambling for Benjamins and
Everything equivalent
Sending M&Ms and chilling with women friends
Who's friend's friend resemble them
Hundred grand, all tens
You already know what it is
Oh these boys got us too flexed up
Pardon me, but this shit might come
Out a little retarded
But I have to put my heart in it
Give the orderlies orders here's an organ
According to the war these niggas started
I have to go abortion
Killing niggas and broads like, Tam, Tammy
And even little Toya
Put a baby crib in front of my
Ford Taurus and fucking floor it
Might as well cause these bitches
Is dumb as hell having a baby with males and
Raising them by themselves
These niggas is all in jail
The streets are on some tweet shit
Kicking up they feeds
Kids got nothing to eat shit
These bitches is on some street shit
And I ain’t cheat bitch
But if you think I'm tricking then Ctrl, Alt
Delete bitch get up off the seat, snap, snap
Cause you gotta show me something other
Than pretty face and features
And it would be cool to say
I drop bars for features but nah
I been kicking dope shit since a fetus
Na I don't need your rap bars on my remix
Turn Soulja Boy tell ’em
Into Soulja Boy teethless
Ask about the kid, JID, older boys preaching
Teaching the opposite of squealing
East Atlanta breath
And my breath is never stink
I just smoked a blunt, high as hell
And If every you was to act foolish
One call, that's all, nigga
I ain't saying I'm goonin
But I been through it
And them two, plus you, equals three stooges
You got the mind, nigga use it
Got two strikes
Finna be your third time losing
You fucking stupid, I'm cooling
Blowing some earth, wind, and fire
I use my Bic to ignite it
Where I'm from niggas glorify the
Rims and the tires and
Then recycle the swag along
With cans and bags
Everybody goes green if not that
Then beans or Xans, codeine, lean
Some doing the Charle Sheen
And the boys come and take them
Away like Charline from Aunt Chamberlain
Scrambling for Benjamins and
Everything equivalent
Sending M&Ms and chilling with women friends
Who's friend's friend resemble them
Hundred grand, all tens
You already know what it is
Oh these boys got us too flexed up