Skeme - Kidz With Gunz lyrics

rate me

Look, pledge allegiance, my middle finger up like fuck police

Dude back better hid your nieces, cause I’m zoned out,

Tripping on purp and lean

When I was 13, I could work the name

Just a young nigga tryina fuck some lean

I done did dirt just to bring the team up

So now I bring the team just to fuck the scene up

Niggas know what’s up, I’m in a rover truck

And with a rolling slut, she tryina pour me up

And when she throw me up, bet I’ma hold her butt

I bet that’s why my niggas wanna clone me, huh

Bet that’s why hoe be all on me huh

That’s why I walk up slowly, because I got it on me

And niggas don’t know me bra

I’m stunting on these niggas like I’m gain the dang

Swerving lane to lane, my niggas banging games

You niggas claiming games, you niggas claim the game

But never came to hang, so shit just ain’t the same

And now we claim you lames, huh?

See man I came up flames, and try to gain a name

And then I made the name

Bitch I ain’t even wanna change the game

These niggas telling me the rules have never played the game

Now I’m looking like what the fuck?

I told you bitch niggas not to fuck with us

Cause if you fuck with us we got to fuck you up

Pull out the bucky buck and leave you buttoned up

Bunch of kids, with fucking guns, big fucking guns

Bunch of kids, with fucking guns, big fucking guns

Bunch of kids, with fucking guns, big fucking guns

Bunch of kids, with fucking guns, big fucking guns, bang

Big, fucking guns, big fucking guns, bang

Big, fucking guns, big fucking guns, bang

Real motherfucker from the cell like whoa

I’m yelling out go, now your homie oh shit

Will prolly make the new

Everybody dead, this ain’t april fools, nigga

Playing with your life, tossing all money, we ain’t get them tonight

Soon as everything is cool, green light on sight

...so hard, think god did

I’m a fucking loke, you ain’t getting money, you’s a motherfucking joke

Nigga, what the fuck you mean, titty your bitch, motherfuck your team

Knock, knock, knock, then we clear the scene

Everybody gone, only took a minute, I had the nina glock

And helpd 9 to pop, I had 9 to drop, around 9 o’clock, ah, nigga

Yeah, like the odds, see you ..shake before you hot

I’m looking for the fiends with the grimy socks

With the dirty nails and the girly socks

Yeah, I’m getting used tonight

See you pussy bitch is getting dipped tonight

Yeah, make a right on Fig, get the dick sucked, hunned bucks, right on trick

Get guns, slith wigs, yeah, a kid

This world ain’t give you shit

Buck pussy till you dead, the second you are stack

Cause you might get sick

Cotton candy sweet as gold, let me see your pussy hoe

Throw it back, cut it slow, show me why they call you hoe

Bitch I’m up I know you know, tell me what you playing for

Bitch I ain’t fiending, what is you feeling,

Bitch is you with it, bitch, I am with it

Bunch of kids, with fucking guns, big fucking guns

Bunch of kids, with fucking guns, big fucking guns

Bunch of kids, with fucking guns, big fucking guns

Bunch of kids, with fucking guns, big fucking guns, bang

Big, fucking guns, big fucking guns, bang

Big, fucking guns, big fucking guns, bang

Now bitch just chill, this how it is when this shit get real

Pistol grip and an eggman whip, with a distant bitch

On some pimping shit

Bars r us, now tell them fuck niggas don’t bother us

I rap with the strap, no robbing us

And we ball like ain’t nobody guarding us

Start back nigga, chopper to your head line, park that nigga

You a bitch boy, where you hard at nigga

Small fish in the water where the sharks are nigga

Touch this, touch that, I bust first, you can’t bust back

Racks on racks yeah I touch that

I ride henny while you walking with your butts back

Nigga fuck that, fuck this, no fuck shit, cause I’m a yg

I be, get money, swear the dollar sign is my id

Say my nigga, I know you niggas heard I don’t play my nigga

Next up, by the sea, 8 my nigga, I can shit of these rappers all day my nigga

Ye, ye, my nigga, money team flow rj my nigga

That’s a joke nigga, laugh, dirty money show we putting hunneds in the back

Diss about mine and we running in your lap, have 10 for a line

Niggas coming for your ass,

Got a cool nigga with me, that’s a whole front of 50,

Single wood door...

Make a diss about mine and we running in your lap, have 10 for a line

Niggas coming for your ass,

Got a cool nigga with me, that’s a whole front of 50,

Single wood door... whoh, bitch.

Thanks to ColekeepsitG for correcting these lyrics