HOOLIGANISM - KIDX

He in the bed, he play dead like a possum

You get snapped like a Lego, now everything awesome

Taken off like a flower, but I’m 'bout to blossom

You talkin' a lot, but you never be walkin'

You often be sleep in the day, like an owl

When I’m smokin' that pack, all my dawgs gon' be howling

How about that?

You can catch me outside, buddy

We can get rough in the paint, like a foul

I pull up in flagrance, she lovin' my fragrance

I do not got enough patience

Dread in the day, like a Haitian

Dawg with a blade, lik a pagan

I can relate to the Asians

I can’t rlate to these rappers who got hella clout, but instead they be broke

somehow

Speakin' like Donald Duck, you talkin' goofy

Like Mickey I stay with my goons in the clubhouse

Disney, I keep a XD, it got some kick in it

She wanna thank me, shawty, don’t mention it

I keep an eight on my side, shootin' infinite

Got gas me spinnin' like Beyblade, I’m rippin' it

Shoutout to, I thought you’d be it

Not in a rush

He talkin' down, so I think I’m gon' handle with four, five, six

Emptyin' clips in his body and face

She like how I drip, givin' shawty a taste

I don’t crack, but my baby is built like a vase

At the mall, coppin' a fit you cAn taste

And I ball,

And you fall, somethin' like losin' a race

All of my diamonds and three in his face

Yeah, shots at your face, so nigga, so don’t fuck

Guap in the case, I get it and go up

She wanna date, forget it, get more bucks

Your bitch too fake, I did it with no trust

Bet you didn’t notice your shawty a lil' slut

Walkin' with a stick on my body, it’s still tucked

Gotta pop a Perc and a Molly to feel up

Bro said hop out, I hop out like «Kill what?»

Bro said hop out, I’m shootin'

Said she finna do me right with the mouth, let’s go, bitch

where we get to lootin'

If I ever took an L, bitch, I’m still pursuin'

Bitch, I’m still on go, don’t steal my flow

Ain’t a nigga real I know and that’s for sure

And if we bein' honest, man, I am a hoe

My choppa hit a nigga, blend his cantaloupe

I think I got a sickness, need the antidote

I think that it’s the fact that I can’t stand a hoe

I’m really with some ghosts, don’t need it

Pull up in a whip, two-seated

Feel like Michael J, I beat it

Uh, brrrt, uh, brrrt

Up the tech, bitch, on God I ain’t missin'

I said I was up next, they ain’t listen

Now I bet that they payin' attention

And I don’t give a fuck if they beat get quiet, I’m still finna hop on it ramped

Make me a sandwich, bitch, get in the kitchen

I’m my own god, bitch, I don’t do religion

I got a pole on my rod like I’m fishin'

You the type of nigga to get caught and start snitchin'

Hop on the beat, get to eatin' like chicken

I’m in the stu' makin' bread and I’m liftin'

I’m flexin' on pussy broke niggas addicted

Broke in his gut had that fuck nigga drippin'

Don’t give a fuck if she yellin' it’s stuck

I cannot save a hoe, I’m a man on a mission

Okay, okay, I’ll stop, I’ll stop, I’ll stop