Trippie Redd – Kid That Didd

Trippie Redd – Kid That Didd Lyrics

Artist: Trippie Redd
Song: Kid That Didd

(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 b#tches 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
f#ck your b#tch, feel like a kid again, I’m with the business, kid
f#ck with me and then go missing, kid, I’m from the trenches, kid

Boy, just face it, you diminished, kid, you f#ckin’ finished, kid (Yeah)
Take a walk, lil’ b#tch, we steppin’ (Yeah)
f#ck that talkin’, b#tch, we wreckin’ (Woo)
Spit on your coffin, send you to hell

You play with my name, I play with these weapons (b#tch, b#tch)
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 sh#t (Ah)

It was all your inception (Woo)
It was all just a message (Yeah)
Beat up the block, beat up the block (b#tch)
Aim at his top, feel the heat from the Glock (Blaow)

b#tch, I’m 800, I keep me a mop
1400/800, you reppin’ or not? (Not)
Woo, b#tch, 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 b#tches 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
f#ck your b#tch, feel like a kid again, I’m with the business, kid
f#ck with me and then go missing, kid, I’m from the trenches, kid
Boy, just face it, you diminished, kid, you f#ckin’ finished, kid

All this cash, it’s gon’ make a n#gg# surf, Hawaii (Surf)
I got a bad b#tch at the crib, we like Whitney and Bobby (I got a bad b#tch)
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 n#gg# cold hands (Oh yeah)
Drankin’ codeine, feel like I’m on Xans (Drankin’)
Said f#ck tomorrow, started drinkin’ seals up out the can (Pluto)

n#gg#s sell dope on my block, n#gg#s murder, n#gg#s scam
I’m a rich n#gg# f#ckin’ thot hoes on cam
Just for thinkin’ she the one, I’ma dog her out and f#ck her friend
I’ma knock the b#tch 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 b#tches 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)
f#ck your b#tch, feel like a kid again, I’m with the business, kid (Doe Beezy)
f#ck with me and then go missing, kid, I’m from the trenches, kid (Doe Beezy)
Boy, just face it, you diminished, kid, you f#ckin’ finished, kid (Doe Beezy, oh, really?)

Big Doe Beezy got that 50, kid, don’t play with Trippie, kid (Doe Beezy)
All that rappin’ sh#t, I really live, this sh#t I really did (That’s facts)
Used to slide in minivans, ho, now it’s a Bentley, kid (Skrrt)
Rapper play, his #ss get lit up, give no f#ck how lit he his (You think I’m playin’?)

Flex my wrist and make your b#tch mine, play, my clique ride (Gang, gang)
RBMG ain’t gon’ let sh#t slide, better not diss mine (Fool)
p#ss# boy, I got my stick on me, why your stick hidin’? (Fool)
Feel no snitches, b#tch, 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 b#tches 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
f#ck your b#tch, feel like a kid again, I’m with the business, kid
f#ck with me and then go missing, kid, I’m from the trenches, kid
Boy, just face it, you diminished, kid, you f#ckin’ finished, kid

(CB on the beat)
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From the album:
Pegasus [Explicit]
Release Year: 2020