Bet he ain't moving how you thought he was
Cappin out front cause he ain't got enough
Pockets sitting pretty I don't gotta bluff
Chef wit the heat I know I'm boiling blood
Bet he ain't moving how you thought he was
Cappin out front cause he ain't got enough
Pockets sitting pretty I don't gotta bluff
Chef with the heat I know I'm boiling blood
And stop f*cking lying bout yo pocket rocket
Nigga stop it
And now you pushing trying shoot I block it
And if we talking about a profit Everyday I see deposits
If I want it ain't hard to cop it
It ain't none for me to drop it
Its gettin hard for them to stop us
Every beat leave me astonished
I think Cut is getting cocky
I think the Kid be feelin saucy
In the trees I'm feeling groggy
Treat yo nigga like my doggy
He be slurpin like a frosty
Entertaining is exhausting
Get in the booth turn into rocky
We can get drastic
This can get graphic
Kid a cut a nigga off like we was in traffic
He'll be gone like magic
To a Star like Patrick
Cause niggas be cappin
Reddcut cut from a different fabric We can get drastic
This can get graphic
Kid a cut a nigga off like we was in traffic
He'll be gone like magic
To a Star like Patrick
Cause niggas be cappin
Reddcut cut from a different fabric
Niggas who talk about me is irrelevant
I got a closet I fill it skeletons
I think they wanna get me out my element
If we was beefin I don't wanna settle it
You can keep walking and nigga keep pedaling
They say I'm cocky and think that I'm arrogant
Because I say that there's no comparison
I listen to rappers and shit be embarrassing
So I don't be caring ouuu
Nigga I'm daring you
I won't be sparring you
On the mic I'm tearing you
I'll tear you in two
Nigga what you wanna do
You don't move how I move
It was 9-5 5-6
Trapping Out My momma Crib
All that in and out of the house she said she getting tired of it
Everytime a nigga reup I just gotta hide the shit
And I hide the work so good I can't even find the shit
Word to Gun Powder Patt
I moved the pack right off the grid
And I dare any living man to try and f*ck with Kid
Put a price up on your head we f*ck around and start a bid
And I will die for what I want kill rappers just so I can live
Boiling Video (MV)
Performed By: Redd Velvet & Kid Cut
Language: English
Length: 2:58
Written by: Miles Mansel, Talya Logan
Redd Velvet & Kid Cut - Boiling Lyrics
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Bet he ain't moving how you thought he was
Cappin out front cause he ain't got enough
Pockets sitting pretty I don't gotta bluff
Chef wit the heat I know I'm boiling blood
Bet he ain't moving how you thought he was
Cappin out front cause he ain't got enough
Pockets sitting pretty I don't gotta bluff
Chef with the heat I know I'm boiling blood
And stop f*cking lying bout yo pocket rocket
Nigga stop it
And now you pushing trying shoot I block it
And if we talking about a profit Everyday I see deposits
If I want it ain't hard to cop it
It ain't none for me to drop it
Its gettin hard for them to stop us
Every beat leave me astonished
I think Cut is getting cocky
I think the Kid be feelin saucy
In the trees I'm feeling groggy
Treat yo nigga like my doggy
He be slurpin like a frosty
Entertaining is exhausting
Get in the booth turn into rocky
We can get drastic
This can get graphic
Kid a cut a nigga off like we was in traffic
He'll be gone like magic
To a Star like Patrick
Cause niggas be cappin
Reddcut cut from a different fabric We can get drastic
This can get graphic
Kid a cut a nigga off like we was in traffic
He'll be gone like magic
To a Star like Patrick
Cause niggas be cappin
Reddcut cut from a different fabric
Niggas who talk about me is irrelevant
I got a closet I fill it skeletons
I think they wanna get me out my element
If we was beefin I don't wanna settle it
You can keep walking and nigga keep pedaling
They say I'm cocky and think that I'm arrogant
Because I say that there's no comparison
I listen to rappers and shit be embarrassing
So I don't be caring ouuu
Nigga I'm daring you
I won't be sparring you
On the mic I'm tearing you
I'll tear you in two
Nigga what you wanna do
You don't move how I move
It was 9-5 5-6
Trapping Out My momma Crib
All that in and out of the house she said she getting tired of it
Everytime a nigga reup I just gotta hide the shit
And I hide the work so good I can't even find the shit
Word to Gun Powder Patt
I moved the pack right off the grid
And I dare any living man to try and f*ck with Kid
Put a price up on your head we f*ck around and start a bid
And I will die for what I want kill rappers just so I can live
Cappin out front cause he ain't got enough
Pockets sitting pretty I don't gotta bluff
Chef wit the heat I know I'm boiling blood
Bet he ain't moving how you thought he was
Cappin out front cause he ain't got enough
Pockets sitting pretty I don't gotta bluff
Chef with the heat I know I'm boiling blood
And stop f*cking lying bout yo pocket rocket
Nigga stop it
And now you pushing trying shoot I block it
And if we talking about a profit Everyday I see deposits
If I want it ain't hard to cop it
It ain't none for me to drop it
Its gettin hard for them to stop us
Every beat leave me astonished
I think Cut is getting cocky
I think the Kid be feelin saucy
In the trees I'm feeling groggy
Treat yo nigga like my doggy
He be slurpin like a frosty
Entertaining is exhausting
Get in the booth turn into rocky
We can get drastic
This can get graphic
Kid a cut a nigga off like we was in traffic
He'll be gone like magic
To a Star like Patrick
Cause niggas be cappin
Reddcut cut from a different fabric We can get drastic
This can get graphic
Kid a cut a nigga off like we was in traffic
He'll be gone like magic
To a Star like Patrick
Cause niggas be cappin
Reddcut cut from a different fabric
Niggas who talk about me is irrelevant
I got a closet I fill it skeletons
I think they wanna get me out my element
If we was beefin I don't wanna settle it
You can keep walking and nigga keep pedaling
They say I'm cocky and think that I'm arrogant
Because I say that there's no comparison
I listen to rappers and shit be embarrassing
So I don't be caring ouuu
Nigga I'm daring you
I won't be sparring you
On the mic I'm tearing you
I'll tear you in two
Nigga what you wanna do
You don't move how I move
It was 9-5 5-6
Trapping Out My momma Crib
All that in and out of the house she said she getting tired of it
Everytime a nigga reup I just gotta hide the shit
And I hide the work so good I can't even find the shit
Word to Gun Powder Patt
I moved the pack right off the grid
And I dare any living man to try and f*ck with Kid
Put a price up on your head we f*ck around and start a bid
And I will die for what I want kill rappers just so I can live
Writer: Miles Mansel, Talya Logan
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid