Trippie Redd, Future, Doe Boy - Kid That Didd lyrics
Trippie Redd [Michael Lamar White II] Canton, Ohio, U.S. 🇺🇸
Future [Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
Cotrell Dennard
[Trippie Redd, Future, Doe Boy - Kid That Didd lyrics]
(CB on the beat) huh? yeah, huh yeah yeah
We pull up in your city, man
Like where that mini man?
Double cups and double semis, man
Hop out the minivan
And my bitches high saddity, man
Don't show no pity, man
We got 30s, we got 50s, man
come right and get me, man
And them hollows hit your chinny chin
I'm like the Crimson Chin
Fuck your bitch, feel like a kid
Again, I'm with the business, kid
Fuck with me and then go missing
Kid, I'm from the trenches, kid
Boy, just face it, you diminished
Kid, you fuckin' finished, kid (yeah)
Take a walk, lil' bitch, we steppin' (yeah)
Fuck that talkin', bitch, we wreckin' (Woo)
Spit on your coffin, send you to hell
You play with my name
I play with these weapons (Bitch, bitch)
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 shit (Ah)
It was all your inception (Woo)
It was all just a message (yeah)
Beat up the block, beat up the block (Bitch)
Aim at his top, feel the heat from the Glock
(Blaow) bitch, I'm 800, I keep me a mop
1400 800, you reppin' or not? (Not)
Woo, bitch, 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 that mini man?
Double cups and double semis, man
Hop out the minivan
And my bitches high saddity, man
Don't show no pity, man
We got 30s, we got 50s, man
Come right and get me, man
And them hollows hit your chinny chin
I'm like the Crimson Chin
Fuck your bitch, feel like a kid
Again, I'm with the business, kid
Fuck with me and then go missing
Kid, I'm from the trenches, kid
Boy, just face it, you diminished
Kid, you fuckin' finished, kid
All this cash, it's gon' make a nigga surf
Hawaii (Surf) i got a bad bitch at the crib
We like Whitney and Bobby
(I got a bad bitch)
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 nigga cold hands (Oh yeah)
Drankin' codeine, feel like I'm on Xans
(Drankin') said fuck tomorrow
Started drinkin' seals up out the can
(Pluto)
Niggas sell dope on my block, niggas murder
Niggas scam
I'm a rich nigga fuckin' thot hoes on cam
Just for thinkin' she the one
I'ma dog her out and fuck her friend
I'ma knock the bitch out, Freebandz (Pluto)
We pull up in your city, man
Like where that mini man? (yeah)
Double cups and double semis, man
Hop out the minivan (Brrt)
And my bitches high saddity, man
Don't show no pity, man
(No, no) we got 30s, we got 50s, man
Come right and get me, man (Grrt)
And them hollows hit your chinny chin
I'm like the Crimson Chin (yeah)
Fuck your bitch, feel like a kid
Again, I'm with the business, kid
(Doe Beezy)
Fuck with me and then go missing
Kid, I'm from the trenches, kid (Doe Beezy)
Boy, just face it, you diminished
Kid, you fuckin' finished, kid
(Doe Beezy, oh, really?)
Big Doe Beezy got that 50
Kid, don't play with Trippie, kid
(Doe Beezy)
All that rappin' shit, I really live
This shit I really did (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 fuck how lit he his
(You think I'm playin'?)
Flex my wrist and make your bitch mine, play
My clique ride (Gang, gang)
RBMG ain't gon' let shit slide
Better not diss mine (Fool)
Pussy boy, I got my stick on me
Why your stick hidin'? (Fool)
Feel no snitches, bitch, I'm like 5'6"
Chopper 6'9" (Oh, really?)
We pull up in your city, man
Like where that mini man?
Double cups and double semis, man
Hop out the minivan
And my bitches high saddity, man
Don't show no pity, man
We got 30s, we got 50s, man
Come right and get me, man
And them hollows hit your chinny chin
I'm like the Crimson Chin
Fuck your bitch, feel like a kid
Again, I'm with the business, kid
Fuck with me and then go missing
Kid, I'm from the trenches, kid
Boy, just face it, you diminished
Kid, you fuckin' finished, kid
(CB on the beat)
We pull up in your city, man
Like where that mini man?
Double cups and double semis, man
Hop out the minivan
And my bitches high saddity, man
Don't show no pity, man
We got 30s, we got 50s, man
come right and get me, man
And them hollows hit your chinny chin
I'm like the Crimson Chin
Fuck your bitch, feel like a kid
Again, I'm with the business, kid
Fuck with me and then go missing
Kid, I'm from the trenches, kid
Boy, just face it, you diminished
Kid, you fuckin' finished, kid (yeah)
Take a walk, lil' bitch, we steppin' (yeah)
Fuck that talkin', bitch, we wreckin' (Woo)
Spit on your coffin, send you to hell
You play with my name
I play with these weapons (Bitch, bitch)
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 shit (Ah)
It was all your inception (Woo)
It was all just a message (yeah)
Beat up the block, beat up the block (Bitch)
Aim at his top, feel the heat from the Glock
(Blaow) bitch, I'm 800, I keep me a mop
1400 800, you reppin' or not? (Not)
Woo, bitch, 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 that mini man?
Double cups and double semis, man
Hop out the minivan
And my bitches high saddity, man
Don't show no pity, man
We got 30s, we got 50s, man
Come right and get me, man
And them hollows hit your chinny chin
I'm like the Crimson Chin
Fuck your bitch, feel like a kid
Again, I'm with the business, kid
Fuck with me and then go missing
Kid, I'm from the trenches, kid
Boy, just face it, you diminished
Kid, you fuckin' finished, kid
All this cash, it's gon' make a nigga surf
Hawaii (Surf) i got a bad bitch at the crib
We like Whitney and Bobby
(I got a bad bitch)
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 nigga cold hands (Oh yeah)
Drankin' codeine, feel like I'm on Xans
(Drankin') said fuck tomorrow
Started drinkin' seals up out the can
(Pluto)
Niggas sell dope on my block, niggas murder
Niggas scam
I'm a rich nigga fuckin' thot hoes on cam
Just for thinkin' she the one
I'ma dog her out and fuck her friend
I'ma knock the bitch out, Freebandz (Pluto)
We pull up in your city, man
Like where that mini man? (yeah)
Double cups and double semis, man
Hop out the minivan (Brrt)
And my bitches high saddity, man
Don't show no pity, man
(No, no) we got 30s, we got 50s, man
Come right and get me, man (Grrt)
And them hollows hit your chinny chin
I'm like the Crimson Chin (yeah)
Fuck your bitch, feel like a kid
Again, I'm with the business, kid
(Doe Beezy)
Fuck with me and then go missing
Kid, I'm from the trenches, kid (Doe Beezy)
Boy, just face it, you diminished
Kid, you fuckin' finished, kid
(Doe Beezy, oh, really?)
Big Doe Beezy got that 50
Kid, don't play with Trippie, kid
(Doe Beezy)
All that rappin' shit, I really live
This shit I really did (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 fuck how lit he his
(You think I'm playin'?)
Flex my wrist and make your bitch mine, play
My clique ride (Gang, gang)
RBMG ain't gon' let shit slide
Better not diss mine (Fool)
Pussy boy, I got my stick on me
Why your stick hidin'? (Fool)
Feel no snitches, bitch, I'm like 5'6"
Chopper 6'9" (Oh, really?)
We pull up in your city, man
Like where that mini man?
Double cups and double semis, man
Hop out the minivan
And my bitches high saddity, man
Don't show no pity, man
We got 30s, we got 50s, man
Come right and get me, man
And them hollows hit your chinny chin
I'm like the Crimson Chin
Fuck your bitch, feel like a kid
Again, I'm with the business, kid
Fuck with me and then go missing
Kid, I'm from the trenches, kid
Boy, just face it, you diminished
Kid, you fuckin' finished, kid
(CB on the beat)