Kydd – On Demand

Kydd – On Demand Lyrics

Artist: Kydd
Song: On Demand

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Yeah
b#tch, i keep that gas like hank hill

Pop yo sh#t like pain pills
Move out my lane and stay still
Don’t get rocked, i roll like eight wheels
Speaking of gas i ain’t passing this

I won’t pass you no gas that ain’t flatulence
And that bag you smoke is just like a broken down car: it ain’t got no gas in it
My competition is like mikey cyrus
I see nobody

Homie, don’t try me
Tell her put a date on it like yo gotti
I make a mothaf#cker fold like origami
Oouu

Some get-back is way past due
But if i stoop, then i’m no better than you
True
So i just roll up my weed and i focus on me

’cause it’s pointless to focus on you
Like, gimme the vitals saying your ghosts
Mothaf#ckas really be doing the most
And i entitled everything so if you got a brain and like to use it

Mothaf#ckas like to label you as woke
Woah!
b#tch, get sh#t on
I don’t give a f#ck what you think i’ve been on

Gotta give it all on every record that i get on and tell my haters my d* is something they should wanna sit on
I do this so effortlessly
b#tch, i was born to make music evidently
I never let you f#ck me, celibacy

And in my mind, ain’t nobody better than me
I’ma give your #ss a taste of what intelligent means
b#tch, i’m on point like a pelican beak
These are thoughts from a mind that has never been free

I’m a giant in the cave that has never been seen
Ugh
I’m a self-made ’90s baby, grew up with them stamps
Got a vision for my people, ain’t no way i’m changing plans

I move silent, shhh, quiet
You won’t see my other hand
It’s like comcast with this sh#t
b#tch you can get it on demand

Oouu
b#tch, i gotta vendetta like def jam
She want the dick, i’m like, “yes ma’am”
But as far as we go

b#tch, you know that i am not a mutant
I can’t be your ex-man
I take a bite up out the apple like a macbook logo
Bounce that #ss on my dick like pogo sticks

p#ss# get ate, ocho, b#tch
Don’t be late to this appointment
I be higher than a mothaf#ckin’ ufo
Get butt-naked, b#tch, that’s the new dress code

I’m a cryogenic lab if you just froze
Got a blueprint ready if the sh#t unfolds
Homie, you are not hot
Hit you in the snot box

We can get it poppin’, get it poppin’ like some pop rocks
Chopper going chop chop
Turn you to a crop top
Keep climbing, yeah climbing to the top spot

Ooouu
I been a problem, been a problem aye
Benefactor that’s been a factor
You say you wanna violate something but we can turn this into tennis practice

Been the sickest after mr. mathers
Grab your neck and twist it backwards
It’s fantastic, get ripped in half
I raise the roof and lift the rafters

And go and listen to limp bizkit after
I’ll go tit for tat with any rapper
When it comes to these bars, i’m writing chapters
About my family, that’s another matter

For them, i will swing like batter batter
I’ll be on your roof making such a clatter
While you’re underneath it tryna pitter-patter
My feet in your ceiling

You see where i’m going?
To get up here, you need a bigger ladder
I’m a self-made ’90s baby, grew up with them stamps
Got a vision for my people, ain’t no way i’m changing plans

I move silent, shhh, quiet
You won’t see my other hand
It’s like comcast with this sh#t
b#tch you can get it on demand

Oouu
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Release Year: 2022