Clarion Productions - WIDDIT lyrics

Verse 1: I be the powder to the ramen noodle You want the rock, then ima pa** it to you You want the hot, ima Havana to you I gotta spot a talker from a doer Boca moving but I told ‘em it's a trick, illusion Ima take it all, ain't got the time for pick and choosing Sipping brewie but the water keep my liver moving Pop a couple tab and QB, ima get into it Been done it sh**, the kid coming Quick, the kick come in Split, my lip sunken Ship, in new command Slippin thru the hand Grip of stupid man Dip and do my dance Hit dab and folk I don't dab, I choke I program the plan Guarentee the gold Heir to no throne Got space for the Ville Curtatone want condos, go straight for the k** Hook: And they all wanna stand still Like a cat tied to an anvil How they gon lie to the man still? Das the type of sh** that i can't feel Verse 2: I be on Sycamore, Easy on Montrose Lie to the padres, say we gon' corner store More so, quick roll, over to Verizon Light up, right back, I be in my high zone I be gone as a motherf**er Clean strike on a beat like a one-toucher Seem nice but I dare you to go and touch it Cuz we got a mean bite like a 1-0 That's the type of sh** that make me bitter But I never been the type of kid to take to Twitter You gon' have to cite a kid if you wan make it bigger Copyright, I write a letter, have it hand delivered Go straight to your doorstep or to your stu I donno where you from with respect to your crew I'm ga**ed up, it's true I backed up the rules Hands up, ‘fore I go casket a tune Hook: And they all wanna stand still Like a cat tied to an anvil How they gon lie to the man still? Das the type of sh** that i can't feel Verse 3: Labradoodle, attitude it be Spaz on fools Who figure out to get four you add two on two And brag on foos, drag feet in dirty snow I should probably apologize, I came in with dirty flow This another goal of mine, cannot ever bury those Thinking of my older times, those are uncomparable Pa** me the pen and pad, Ima throw some juice in it Fore you go and dip, know I gotta throw a deuce in it I be going wane in my city, straight Bruce widdit You got on a chain, it be more like a noose, idnit? It be in my veins, acere, got roots in it So if I said it, I meant it, got proof in it Too in it, dis Alice I Sip chalice We In it, balance Isnt no challenge Zip it, go at it, sick, i chef soup on it Celo with the good flow, speakin truth on it Hook: And they all wanna stand still Like a cat tied to an anvil How they gon lie to the man still? Das the type of sh** that i can't feel