Kidd Pittman - Album Mode Lyrics

I went hard last night so a nigga couldn't wake
With the broads all night cookin dope shit with Dave
Shorty called last night so you know I couldn't stay
If you stall all night girl you know I gotta skate

Pissed off cause I'm all in ya face
Get lost ima dog girl don't call less you late
Period, I'm in the cut with them apes
You get tossed in a lake tryna walk with these greats lil bitch

Don't push cause I'm close to the edge
Do you gotta favorite rapper ? Yeah but most of em dead
To ones that's alive man I'm comin for ya head
And my new shit might Send em both off a ledge

I Was broke now I beeez with the cake
Tryna eat have bro take the cheese off ya plate
Had to wife down fish cause She Gd up and baked
And You Industry hoes be so sleezy and fake

And you be's a disgrace so don't speak on my name
We not leavin no trace you just stuck in yo lane
With my seed on your face make you clap for the gang
I can see you a snake send you back where you came

Go Tellin them niggas I'm the muh f*ckin man
Came for the summer get the gwop in advance
I drop when I want and you drop when you can
Serving all you rap niggas like pots and a pan

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Play this shit when you run outta flows
German engine with Italian hoes Italian gold
We bout ta blow

Kidd Pitt all grown see me flexed up
Lotta niggas called down but I'm next up
Wolf pack come around better vest up
Swerving on you niggas like Ro tellem Catch up

F*ck around and go dumb tryna test us
All my niggas want smoke I don't stress much
Heard ya ex suck, we not the same
Winnin So she don't complain

Top of the top of the totem my nigga
We might approach you my nigga
Don't make me go back a villain
You know I be chillin
Cut her off quick and so she had to go back to strippin

Who flow you be stealing? You niggas sound like my children
You decent but nobody different
F*ck what it isn't and f*ck what you say
If it ain't bout paper its f*ck what you think bitch

Foot on my neck with my hand on your bitch
Ballin like we on our way to the ship
Pull up in shit make you lil niggas sick
And I Lean out that bitch like you yellin for Rick

Winnin this season so we need a trophy
Ring on all fingers like Duncan and Kobe
I pop a bitch quick and go set the assist like I'm coachin for manu ginobli yuh

He want a feature then he gotta pay
He can't afford me so he feel a way
She want new titties so she in my face
And he f*ckin with her now she say she need space

Told all you niggas to stay out the way
Told all you bitches I'm greater than great
We gone stay Winning you know we be swimmin you sink
If you thinkin bout riding this wave

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