Trippie Redd ft. 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 Minnie, man?
Double cups and double semi's (woo), man, hop out the minivan (woo, woo)
And my bitch is high saditty, man, don't show no pity, man
We got 30s, we got 50s, man, come right and get me, man (phew, phew)
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 (phew)
Fuck with me and then go missing, kid, I'm from the trenches, kid (ha)
Boy, just face it, you diminished, kid, you fuckin' finished, kid (yeah, yeah, woo, woo)

Take a walk, lil' bitch, we steppin' (yeah, haha)
Fuck that talkin', bitch, we wreckin' (ah)
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, woo)
Wet up the block, beat up the block (bitch)
Aimin' his top, finna hit from the Glock (bah)
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's that Minnie, man?
Double cups and double semi's (woo), man, hop out the minivan (woo, woo)
And my bitch is high saditty, man, don't show no pity, man
We got 30s, we got 50s, man, come right and get me, man (phew, phew)
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 (phew)
Fuck with me and then go missing, kid, I'm from the trenches, kid (ha)
Boy, just face it, you diminished, kid, you fuckin' finished, kid (yeah, yeah, woo, woo)

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 act')
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, feelin' like I'm on Xans (drank)
Said fuck tomorrow, started drinkin' seals up out the can
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, free bands

We pull up in your city, man, like, where's that Minnie, man? (Yeah)
Double cups and double semi's (woo), man, hop out the minivan (woo, brr, woo)
And my bitch is high saditty, man, don't show no pity, man (no, no)
We got 30s, we got 50s, man, come right and get me, man (phew, phew, grr, yeah)
And them hollows hit your chinny-chin, I'm like the Crimsion Chin (yeah, yeah)
Fuck your bitch, feel like a kid again, I'm with the business, kid (phew, yeah, yeah, Doe Beezy)
Fuck with me and then go missing, kid, I'm from the trenches, kid (ha, yeah, Doe Beezy)
Boy, just face it, you diminished, kid, you fuckin' finished, kid
(Woo, woo, Doe Beezy, Doe Beezy, oh, really?)

Doe Beezy got that fifty, kid, don't play with Trippie, kid (boom, Doe Beezy, boom)
All that rappin' shit, I really live, this shit I really did (yeah, yeah, that's facts)
Used to slide in minivans, ho, now it's a Bentley, kid (skrrt)
Rapper players, his ass get lit up, give no fuck how lit he his
(Better run, Forest, run, Forest, boom, you think I'm playin?)
Flex my wrist and make your bitch mine, play my clique right (gang, gang)
RBMG ain't gon' let shit slide, better not I diss mine (Fool)
Pussy boy, I got my stick on me, why your stick hidin'?
Ain't no snakes, bitch, I'm like 5'6, choppa 6'9 (Doe Beezy, brr, oh, really?)

We pull up in your city, man, like, where's that Minnie, man?
Double cups and double semi's (woo), man, hop out the minivan (woo, woo)
And my bitch is high saditty, man, don't show no pity, man
We got 30s, we got 50s, man, come right and get me, man (phew, phew)
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 (phew)
Fuck with me and then go missing, kid, I'm from the trenches, kid (ha)
Boy, just face it, you diminished, kid, you fuckin' finished, kid (yeah, yeah, woo, woo)

(CB on the beat)