In the gritty lanes of life, Kid Ink spins a narrative of resilience and dominance in the face of adversity. The track pulses with a seasoned confidence, as he reflects on his long-standing tenure in the game, warning others about the perils of crossing him at an inopportune moment. His lyrics weave through tales of loyalty, street wisdom, and the burdens that come with financial success. Each line serves as a reminder that he's no stranger to life's darker corners and is fully prepared to confront challenges head-on. Kid Ink portrays himself as a battle-hardened survivor who thrives amidst chaos, asserting his readiness to defend his legacy and principles without hesitation. #Resilience #StreetWisdom
Hoe Games
Lyrics
(I-I-Ism)
I been doin' this shit for a long, long time
Better hope that you don't catch me at the wrong, wrong time (say)
I been doin' this shit for a long, long time
Better hope that you don't catch me at the wrong, wrong time
'Cause I might just go, crazy ho (ho)
Early bird, no lazy flow (wait)
Ask me what my rate is for
I need them macs like HPO
My bread is different, paleo (yeah)
Problems, money probably made me more (yeah)
I just bought a table, why you standin' at the bar like Moe
My dog been down since way before
Back when we used to borrow clothes
I had to get my brothers out the gutter just like Mario (hey)
Break gon' pack the buddy (wait)
Call me the Bat Gang bully
Only need head like hoodies (hoo)
They don't understand me fully (uh)
All money in like Pac-Man
Lil' bitch four rings, come with the backhand
Lil' bitch four rings, I'm like King James
Pop champagne with my teammates (ayy)
Once stop me but it's way to late (late)
Take your shot, better use your aim (aim)
I be in this bitch at least 2 A.M.
Tellin' her to strip like Canes
I do this shit in my sleep
Sleep in a fur like I'm Meech (yeah)
Me, I don't talk to police (no)
Least I can do for the streets
These rappers is all undercovers to me
Finished a QP in less than a week
Mind, soul and body a piece (piece)
You know my body, I put him in body bags
So I creep (creep)
Not like TLC
Bitch, it's a sneak attack
I ain't the one, I go tit for tat
Know I stand out like a titty tatt
Lookin' for mercy, this isn't that
No, they ain't think I will get 'em back
Hop out the 'Vette or the Cadillac
I just adapt to the habitat, woah
I been doin' this shit for a long, long time
Better hope that you don't catch me at the wrong, wrong time (say)
I been doin' this shit for a long, long time
Better hope that you don't catch me at the wrong, wrong time
In all black, my war clothes
Might pull up to award shows
Hop on stage like lil' mama
On ten toes, throwin' all 'bows
And my eyes closed, they all false
There hearts cold, my heart's chrome
Been call the shots from my burner phone
(Hello, you know what do with these niggas, man)
Pop my shit, lil' nigga have my Crys'
Tell 'em get off my dick
Offer still stands if you want me to off your clique
Nigga, flip that switch
Lil' miss think she slick
Lil' nigga think I slipped
Had a little kink I fixed
Now everything, hit don't miss, I know you sick (bitch)
I been doin' this shit for a long, long time
Better hope that you don't catch me at the wrong, wrong time (say)
I been doin' this shit for a long, long time
Better hope that you don't catch me at the wrong, wrong time
Writer(s): Brian Todd Collins, Ishmael Montague
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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