Lil Kydd - One-Two Lyrics

Whoo!
One
Two-Three
Four
Sipping the
Tea and merlot
Sky on the beat
And the Kiddie the flow
Gimme the digits
Or no?
Get it?
Go
I got a pack of that dro
For the low
Me and the crew gonna
Blow
Whoa wit da body she
Put me on the floor
Going hard up in the paint
I had to let her know
She incredible
Rolling them trees individually
And you hit it with me and we float
(Yo)
Whoo!
One
Two-Three-Four
Five them chicks'll be like
"Ooh, he cold"
And at six we gonna
Move these spokes
Seven eighths are gonna
Soothe these souls
So a nine'll never
Leave these holes
And at ten she gonna
Lead me on
And her friend'll be like
"Ooh she don't"
"Do him dirty at eleven imma
See him home"
Come on up and you can see what she been tweakin on
Ay, holup
Homies go beep, beep, gone
Out the crib a'gonna
Read these poems
Kick it back up in the box
I'm gonna
See these funds
She undid up all the buttons
On her shirt like
She want me to work
But you ain't gonna
See me run
Don't wanna crease these ones
Money first I'm tryna
Prove I'm some
I be focused on my vision
Get some food up in the kitchen
I done paid too many tickets
To be listening to other women
Tellin me to speed things up
She hit that stain and
Racked a key
That Scratch and sniff
Them Magic leaves
Come out them pockets
Saw he had more
Balls than Ash entire team
Wood like his mom has never seen
You on that Sudowudo
Poppin pills to pop your Billie Jeans
How fly it seems
You hatch a mini me that kills your dreams
Replaces them and gives you others
That's just c'est la vie
The type of stuff that
Make you say your
Prayers before your
Blunts and meals and sleep
You wanna cuff a nigga
Till that nigga cuff your destiny
You talkin that forever, please
I'm better off a stunna
Call your uncle uncle
I'm a danger to em, tell your
Grown ups
You ain't gon see me on the news
But don't confuse it
Imma hustle I don't need no plug
So surprising how astute he spoke
She be giggling like
"Ooh he joke"
They be posted up at
My front door
Whippin up and down the block and
Tryna find the place
A nigga wanna see these flows
Ooh
One
Two-Three-Four
Five them ladies be like
"Ooh he dope"
"You can see inner struggle in the
Things he wrote"
I'm a classy type of nigga she can
See these notes
And yet a boy still broke
How many hits up in the
Booth he post?
Stoned and listening to
Ujico
Sipping tea outside of
My front door
Ten toes to the floor
And I turned 21
And my mama went on
Vacation
Me and this lady make a
Movie, bro
I'm a beast with twenty toes
Until I see this sun
It's the way that God done
Grooved these soles
I just wanna live the
Life I chose
Have fun
Like it don't exist no more