[Intro: HBK Kidd]
(Cardo Got Wings)
Yo, what up, baby? Come holla at me right quick
Don’t look that way, look this way
Matter o’ fact, don’t look this way
‘Cause how this ice hittin’
You might just blind yo motherfuckin’ self (facts)
You feel me?
So, just listen up, let me talk some shit (let me talk my shit)
Hear me out one time (clean yo ears, bitch)
[Verse 1: HBK Kidd]
Champagne toastin’ to life, in the fast lane floatin’
They know when Kid enter the room, the crack game over
These old niggas in they feelings, ‘cause they trap game slowed up
How I’m tellin’ you to grow up, when I ain’t older?
This booth that I bought it came wit diamonds – complimentary
Seen some shit in my life, I need a documentary
Fendi me, I’m in da Fendi sto’, but I got Gucci on
These rap niggas hate when I show up, I take they groupies home
Jewelry on, but if I pull a bitch wit’out it
It should tell you ‘bout myself and how yo bitch is ‘bout it
Spent thousands with her (?), spent thousands with shot
Cristal out the box, bitches piled in the yacht
Safe, clear shores, I take her, now this bitch ain’t yours
Carry legal on my seat, that’s the AK4
Then the number after six, I’ma stunna after chips
She a gunna, had to hit, yo nigga ain’t got none o’ dis
(Cardo Got Wings)
Yo, what up, baby? Come holla at me right quick
Don’t look that way, look this way
Matter o’ fact, don’t look this way
‘Cause how this ice hittin’
You might just blind yo motherfuckin’ self (facts)
You feel me?
So, just listen up, let me talk some shit (let me talk my shit)
Hear me out one time (clean yo ears, bitch)
[Verse 1: HBK Kidd]
Champagne toastin’ to life, in the fast lane floatin’
They know when Kid enter the room, the crack game over
These old niggas in they feelings, ‘cause they trap game slowed up
How I’m tellin’ you to grow up, when I ain’t older?
This booth that I bought it came wit diamonds – complimentary
Seen some shit in my life, I need a documentary
Fendi me, I’m in da Fendi sto’, but I got Gucci on
These rap niggas hate when I show up, I take they groupies home
Jewelry on, but if I pull a bitch wit’out it
It should tell you ‘bout myself and how yo bitch is ‘bout it
Spent thousands with her (?), spent thousands with shot
Cristal out the box, bitches piled in the yacht
Safe, clear shores, I take her, now this bitch ain’t yours
Carry legal on my seat, that’s the AK4
Then the number after six, I’ma stunna after chips
She a gunna, had to hit, yo nigga ain’t got none o’ dis
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