21 ft. KID EZ Lyrics

Uh-huh

Ayy, it's the kid

Ha ha

They talkin' bout money, they ain't gettin' none

I just might go savage mode, I'm feelin' like 21

I told em come Show Me Some

If Bleachy say that you a snake, then bitch, I really know you one

If you ain't never threw the kid a play, then I don't owe you none

If We never got paid together, you better not call me twin

I ain't stressin' bout no little shit, all I'm tryna do is win

I Don't gotta stretch the pack no more, I'm tryna stretch a rubber band

Money in my left and then a pistol in my other hand

Something keep on tellin' me it ain't no way that I'ma lose

I can't lie, I'm still a fiend, bitch, I still be rockin' trues

I been tryna tell these folks the truth, but they can't take a clue

I be in my own lane with a bad bitch that's rude

I know what you want, you think that you fuckin' with the kid, bitch, you must be dumb

I ain't smokin' on no mid, I got bougie lungs

That ain't no gold on your chain, that shit look like rust

It ain't no money in your pockets, it's a bunch of dust

We the real ones and it ain't too many else like us

Tryna go against the team, bitch, your ass must be crazy

You ain't no GoGetta, yo ass really lazy

I can't wait to make it, I can't wait to get this shit poppin' just like some bacon

If you get to trippin, my youngin' walk down that face

I done seen some shit and I can't lie, it didn't faze me

I knew I was gon' be great ever since a baby

They talkin' bout money, they ain't gettin' none

I just might go savage mode, I'm feelin' like 21

I told em come show me some if bleachy say that you a snake

Now, bitch, I really know you one

If you ain't never threw the kid a play, then I don't owe you none

If we never got paid together, you better not call me twin

I ain't stressin' bout no little shit, all I'm tryna do is win

I ain't gotta stretch the pack, no more, I'm tryna stretch a rubber band

Money in my left and then a pistol in my other hand

I ain't worried bout nobody, lil' brother, I'm tryna come up

Keep on talkin' out your neck, I told a bitch to shut the fuck up

No, you ain't my homie, I wouldn't even call you lil' bruh

You say that the kid finna quit, where you get that shit from

If you come late with my money, that shit just gon' get me pissed off

Why the fuck you tryna catch up? I don't miss y'all

I know I'ma get what I want, cause I'm the big dog

Pockets was flat, now they fat, just like Rick Ross

I just keep on goin', I'm in love with talkin' shit

All the ones who hate on me, they in love with suckin' dick

Yeah, I'm paid n full, I'm the money-makin' kid

I'm in my own lane, on the road to gettin' rich

On IG, you actin' gangster, but in real life, you a bitch

How the fuck you playin' gangster, but we all know you a snitch

I'm feelin' like Deadshot, ain't no way I'ma miss

Whenever this drop, it's instantly gon' be a gem