Alright alright
Call me Kid Cuddi
We trappin day n night
Niggas talking we on that ass
Like white on rice
I bet this 40 gon change his mind
Alright alright
Call me Kid Cuddi
We trappin day n night
Niggas talking we on that ass
Like white on rice
I bet this 40 gon change his mind
I bet that 40 gonna change his mind
Ridin with some killas
Bouta take a life
Caught him loafin in the open
And he paid the price
This 45 turn him poltergeist
Ya ya ya ya
Money on my mind
You know I get it
Rain, sleight, or shine
Lil mamma bouta spit
And she don't need a mic
And you can get some dick tonight
Know that's your kryptinite
But we gon be alright
And though I got it out the mud
I keep that shit up in my sprite
A couple bricks of that shit
I been up all night
Madonna what I call the white
My diamonds dancing in the night
My niggas bouta take flight
Alright alright
Call me Kid Cuddi
We trappin day n night
Niggas talking we on that ass
Like white on rice
I bet this 40 gon change his mind
If you talking all shit you crazy
Bet this 40 on my hip
Coming wit no safty
I'll bust a homie dome
If he gonna try me
If my back against the wall
I don't think you'll like me
Because I'm coming from 6
I know what I'm gone get
That nina she my bitch
She passenger in my whip
She can make that work flip
Make a pussy shut his lips
Even put down a snitch
Wrap em up like a gift
Never backing down
From no challenge no
Flipping work like I'm Pablo
Trying to be me i thought so
Real Rob wit that GOD flow
Feeling like I'm Rambo
I made it out that jungle
I made it out with my 40
The only one that know me
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Alright alright
Call me Kid Cuddi
We trappin day n night
Niggas talking we on that ass
Like white on rice
I bet this 40 gon change his mind
Alright alright
Call me Kid Cuddi
We trappin day n night
Niggas talking we on that ass
Like white on rice
I bet this 40 gon change his mind
I bet that 40 gonna change his mind
Ridin with some killas
Bouta take a life
Caught him loafin in the open
And he paid the price
This 45 turn him poltergeist
Ya ya ya ya
Money on my mind
You know I get it
Rain, sleight, or shine
Lil mamma bouta spit
And she don't need a mic
And you can get some dick tonight
Know that's your kryptinite
But we gon be alright
And though I got it out the mud
I keep that shit up in my sprite
A couple bricks of that shit
I been up all night
Madonna what I call the white
My diamonds dancing in the night
My niggas bouta take flight
Alright alright
Call me Kid Cuddi
We trappin day n night
Niggas talking we on that ass
Like white on rice
I bet this 40 gon change his mind
If you talking all shit you crazy
Bet this 40 on my hip
Coming wit no safty
I'll bust a homie dome
If he gonna try me
If my back against the wall
I don't think you'll like me
Because I'm coming from 6
I know what I'm gone get
That nina she my bitch
She passenger in my whip
She can make that work flip
Make a pussy shut his lips
Even put down a snitch
Wrap em up like a gift
Never backing down
From no challenge no
Flipping work like I'm Pablo
Trying to be me i thought so
Real Rob wit that GOD flow
Feeling like I'm Rambo
I made it out that jungle
I made it out with my 40
The only one that know me
Call me Kid Cuddi
We trappin day n night
Niggas talking we on that ass
Like white on rice
I bet this 40 gon change his mind
Alright alright
Call me Kid Cuddi
We trappin day n night
Niggas talking we on that ass
Like white on rice
I bet this 40 gon change his mind
I bet that 40 gonna change his mind
Ridin with some killas
Bouta take a life
Caught him loafin in the open
And he paid the price
This 45 turn him poltergeist
Ya ya ya ya
Money on my mind
You know I get it
Rain, sleight, or shine
Lil mamma bouta spit
And she don't need a mic
And you can get some dick tonight
Know that's your kryptinite
But we gon be alright
And though I got it out the mud
I keep that shit up in my sprite
A couple bricks of that shit
I been up all night
Madonna what I call the white
My diamonds dancing in the night
My niggas bouta take flight
Alright alright
Call me Kid Cuddi
We trappin day n night
Niggas talking we on that ass
Like white on rice
I bet this 40 gon change his mind
If you talking all shit you crazy
Bet this 40 on my hip
Coming wit no safty
I'll bust a homie dome
If he gonna try me
If my back against the wall
I don't think you'll like me
Because I'm coming from 6
I know what I'm gone get
That nina she my bitch
She passenger in my whip
She can make that work flip
Make a pussy shut his lips
Even put down a snitch
Wrap em up like a gift
Never backing down
From no challenge no
Flipping work like I'm Pablo
Trying to be me i thought so
Real Rob wit that GOD flow
Feeling like I'm Rambo
I made it out that jungle
I made it out with my 40
The only one that know me
Writer: Tavis Greenwood
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