[Hook: Yung JB]
f** with the kid woah
On the come up big yo
Chasin' the bands
Get it on demand
Do what I can
f** with the kid woah
On the come up big yo
Boutta run em' up man
Make another grand aye
Boutta run em' up man
Make another grand aye
[Bridge: Yung JB]
I'm not ill, I'm sick
No sleep, on a mission
No sense, got to listen
Cookin' in the kitchen
Pop a pill, split a rillo, smoke that sh** then grab a pillow
[Verse 1: Yung JB]
A p**y a** Jew ridin' round in the coupe
Can't run forever, on the track it's a loop
Shoot the basketball, stuck inside a hoop
Defenders are ops, totin' fake straps
If I took you up on your word, you would hate that
Hit it from the side like a ba** drum
Dick hit your lip make your face numb
She all on my head like I'm f**ing the beats
I'm runnin' this sh**, like I got on cleats
In the silk sheets, she toppin' my meat
Don't know me, but know I stay strapped
16 to your dome, know the bullets fat
Inflated a**, can ya handle that?
I don't want your cash or your hoes
Also know I got my own
Catch me slidin' in the cut, and you know I'm not alone
With the homies with the cones
Leave your skin off of your bones
sh** nasty, but anything I do make her moan
Can't talk now busy getting to the racks
f** with the kid, b**h you know I'm coming back
Facts, relax, potential filled to max
Extra cheese when I'm eating up her Mac
f** around, drop a banger & sh**
A bomb & sh**
The commas sit
The llama rips
Right through the thong
Name brand ain't last long
Really ain't that strong
What's the name of that song?
[Hook: Yung JB]
f** with the kid woah
On the come up big yo
Chasin' the bands
Get it on demand
Do what I can
f** with the kid woah
On the come up big yo
Boutta run em' up man
Make another grand aye
Boutta run em' up man
Make another grand aye
[Verse 2: Lil Kikke]
b**h I'm ballin like Curry
She cookin' that curry
Can't f** with a b**h if that p**y too furry
She slurp on my sh** like a f**in' McFlurry
I'm smokin' that sh** so my vision too blurry
I'm sippin' that sh** so my words kinda slurry
She do it for me
b**h I do it for weed
Make your girlfriend my queen
Do not talk to me please
Cuz I can't even speak when I'm sippin' that lean
f** with the kid, Kikke b**h
Me & my team gon' make it b**h
Poppin' them bottles and poppin' them models
f** with the squad, turn your a** into fossils
Kikke & Yung JB
Make some room on your MP3
We don't play games no PSP
f** with the kid, that's RIP
Got me some C Notes, I feel like a singer
b**h I'm so Cole, I feel like a sinner
Eatin' some beats, think it's time for some dinner
b**h I'm 100, call that sh** a fever
Need a b**h with lips like Kylie
Got 2 hoes on me like Kyrie
Got that dirty in my styree
She gon' ride my ball like Miley
b**h I am rocking that bling
You cannot f** with the kid
Smokin that green
f**in' your b**h on the scene
Got your b**h all on my team
f**in' the team
One day, I'ma be at the top, on the top of the building gettin' top from a next top model
Leave that b**h walking round hobbled
Not gon' pa** the weed like finals
f** with the kid, I'm grinding ho
I'ma go in till I can't breathe ho
I'ma drink mo till I can't see ho
I'ma smoke mo till I can't puff mo
f**in' these b**hes like everyday
All of my b**hes go every way
All of these rappers they all of my prey
With your girl I go 50 shades of grey
[Bridge: Yung JB]
I'm not ill, I'm sick
No sleep, on a mission
No sense, got to listen
Cookin' in the kitchen
Pop a pill, split a rillo, smoke that sh** then grab a pillow
[Hook: Yung JB]
f** with the kid woah
On the come up big yo
Chasin' the bands
Get it on demand
Do what I can
f** with the kid woah
On the come up big yo
Boutta run em' up man
Make another grand aye
Boutta run em' up man
Make another grand aye