Lil Kydd – Report #2

Lil Kydd – Report #2 Lyrics

Artist: Lil Kydd
Song: Report #2

The crack child
Rap style
Mad wild
Quarter circle back

Black Guile
Pulling mad files
Coming back for all the
Pringles in the snack aisle

Kente
On my textiles
From the neck down
See this charter full of artists

Goin Westbound
Dressed down
Sporting white huaraches
Where them checks bounce

Charcoal flower
Bagging bodies
Stacking bread now
I done put the money

Where my mouth is
Talking Teds now
Got employee of the month
And so my dreads out

I’m making half you n#gg#s
Empty out your desk now
Too many only goin hard
Because thеy friends out

Got too many f#ckboys
Out here flеxing
On pretend clout
With the b#llsh#t

You can miss me
Like a dead spouse
Smoother than a
Fugitive and

And you can check the thread count
I f#ck this rhyme game
Sideways
For ten rounds

Pen pounds
To these
Pen prouds
Puffin ten pounds

I been cooking up a Christmas
And a Kwanzaa
In my kitchen
Swear it’s all up in the wrist

I’m popping carpals
Got a chocolate
In my chips
She want my caramel

I done puffed a couple spliffies
Tryna give her what she ordered
I saw the view across the city
We enjoyed it

But the sex was
Interrupted
By the scent of burnt DiGiornos
We let it burn

And we continued
I ignored it
By the time we finished
Fifty firemen was at my doorpost

My eyes baggy
Pants saggy
Dreads nappy
Throat raspy

Dro nasty
Chose rap
He so happy tho
No cap

It’s so sad
You’re so trashy
Flow shabby
Prose crappy

Shows tacky
Bows ashy, bro
Don’t ask what’s in the paper bag
We getting wasted at your neighbor’s pad like it’s a skater fad

If I had twenty cents for every time I made a hater mad
Then every time I exit my my estate
I’d have to pay a tax
Got me running through the six

With six woes
And my wrist tick froze
Like I live in 04
Hit a n#gg# for his kicks

With those
Got this 6th street flow
In my ill fit clothes
And my missy

Got the pigment toes
At a shindig stoned
Mixing piff with cloves
Got her stripping

Where the pigs grip poles
And my pro quid quo
How this pimp sh#t goes
Stop and frisk him to the skin

Get gone
Get to business
Serum in the sip
He’s done

“We staining all the big sh#t
Run”
In the stick shift
Chillin

With the Knicks print ones
At the crib we gonna split these funds
Ain’t one get all
It’s everyone get some

If you ain’t kin get chrome
If you ain’t fam get fades
If you ain’t cream you chump
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Lil Kydd Lyrics – Report #2

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From the album:
Can U Get Your Supervisor? [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021