Bam Alexander - THE KIDS Lyrics

Whole lotta gas I don't run out
Dark skinned plug, he don't serve with the sun out
He think they plottin, he swerve with gun out
He just pull in, hit my phone like yo come out
How shawty geekin, we ain't even hung out
She tryna slide to the crib and get dug out
Shawty you wellin and I'll leave you strung out
And you too available, that take the fun out
All of these rappers to me are hilarious
Two years ago I remember you carried us
My team been solid, your structure precarious
I got the flow 'cause my pops an Aquarius
These niggas move like they know I'm the scariest
Hop on the mic, instrumentals get buried
I'm shuttin 'em up, damn I feel like librarians
Hop in a chariot, slide all through Maryland
What do they got, fool said a lot
You need to stop that
IG views of you lettin the top back
Hype in your comments
They think that you bought that
End of the weekend that Masi was brought back
Runnin your credit up, can't get a call back
First it was litty and then it was all sad
Sheesh
This bitch diggin me like a wombat
Wheels touching down on the tarmac
Boy, you got dirt in your car mats, where is your farm at
I can't recall likin none of your songs
And I'm thinkin far back, where the alarm at
It's gettin hot in this bitch, I'm on fire
Pick out a bar and tell me I'm a liar
I don't need designer to know that I'm flyer
I get all my Swavor straight from the supplier
Shout out to Sheku, he blessed with the fit
Shout out to Jaylen, he making us rich
You from the county, but you ain't the kids
You from the county, but you ain't the kids
Just want the credit for makin it lit
Skate through the city with Ashton and Fets
I need a Aston to slide with my bitch
When I ride past you gon' know whose it is

Whole lotta gas I don't run out
Dark skinned plug, he don't serve with the sun out
He think they plottin, he swerve with gun out
He just pull in, hit my phone like yo come out
How shawty geekin, we ain't even hung out
She tryna slide to the crib and get dug out
Shawty you wellin and I'll leave you strung out
And you too available, that take the fun out
All of these rappers to me are hilarious
Two years ago I remember you carried us
My team been solid, your structure precarious
I got the flow 'cause my pops an Aquarius
These niggas move like they know I'm the scariest
Hop on the mic, instrumentals get buried
I'm shuttin 'em up, damn I feel like librarians
Hop in a chariot, slide all through Maryland
What do they got, fool said a lot
You need to stop that
IG views of you lettin the top back
Hype in your comments
They think that you bought that
End of the weekend that Masi was brought back
Runnin your credit up, can't get a call back
First it was litty and then it was all sad
Sheesh
This bitch diggin me like a wombat
Wheels touching down on the tarmac
Boy, you got dirt in your car mats, where is your farm at
I can't recall likin none of your songs
And I'm thinkin far back, where the alarm at
It's gettin hot in this bitch, I'm on fire
Pick out a bar and tell me I'm a liar
I don't need designer to know that I'm flyer
I get all my Swavor straight from the supplier
Shout out to Sheku, he blessed with the fit
Shout out to Jaylen, he making us rich
You from the county, but you ain't the kids
You from the county, but you ain't the kids
Just want the credit for makin it lit
Skate through the city with Ashton and Fets
I need a Aston to slide with my bitch
When I ride past you gon' know whose it is