kidd kidd - middle finger (single) lyrics
thirty six o’s in the block, thirty two extensions in the glock
n+ggas rattin like a motherf+cker
make a real n+gga, call you by your badge number
middle finger to the cops, b+tch, i think i’m pac
all eyes on me, b+tch, i think i’m pac
i live that thug life, b+tch, i think i’m pac
i said i’m ’bout that life, don’t think i’m not
put a lid on it, kidd kidd on it
big body benz with the kidd on it
keep the bottles coming, with the sparkles lit on it
she got on all fours , i turned it into a bed on it
b+tch bend it over, imma throw this rent on it smack that ass so hard, it left a dent on it
thats me, up in that v, with no tint on it
sh+ttin on them, that glock sitting on it
price on your head, man you know we bidding on it
they got a bullet with your name writtеn on it
haters wanna see me fall, but i ain’t tripping on it
i slam it up in ya girl, whole platе griffin on it
thirty six o’s in the block, thirty two extensions in the glock
n+ggas rattin like a motherf+cker
make a real n+gga, call you by your badge number
middle finger to the cops, b+tch, i think i’m pac
all eyes on me, b+tch, i think i’m pac
i live that thug life, b+tch, i think i’m pac
i said i’m ’bout that life, don’t think i’m not
my money caught up with my fame
hoes started talking, and brought up my name
now i ain’t baby, but a n+gga stuntin
slinging wood, like i am hacksaw jim duggen
they tried to separate my bullets from my gun
i started bustin’
thirty six o’s in the block, thirty two extensions in the glock
n+ggas rattin like a motherf+cker
make a real n+gga, call you by your badge number
middle finger to the cops, b+tch, i think i’m pac
all eyes on me, b+tch, i think i’m pac
i live that thug life, b+tch, i think i’m pac
i said i’m ’bout that life, don’t think i’m not
glock pop, drop your top like a car show
slamming hoes, like a cadillac car door
only god can judge me, cause only lord knows
i got a lot of n+ggas to meet at the cross roads
i miss my homie fat rat, i miss my homie tyson
we blowing shots back, headshots take your license
shoes got spikes, but i ain’t do no hiking
the hoes love it, them haters dont like it
thirty six o’s in the block, thirty two extensions in the glock
n+ggas rattin like a motherf+cker
make a real n+gga, call you by your badge number
middle finger to the cops, b+tch, i think i’m pac
all eyes on me, b+tch, i think i’m pac
i live that thug life, b+tch, i think i’m pac
i said i’m ’bout that life, don’t think i’m not
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