Kid Al - They Don't Understand (Feat. A-Lew) lyrics

[Intro: Kid Al] Hello? Ahaha Yeah [Hook] Goddamn, when will these motherf**ers understand I am the kid, no I am the man, yeah I do it for the fam yeah OG and I got a couple grams yeah [Verse 1: Kid Al] Grab a f**in' chair homie You should consider it Since you stand no chance homie, I'm being considerate n***as still hatin' n***as still on that bitter sh** f** that, haters get booted like Timberlands Yeah, and I'm the motherf**ing boss-type Never catch me slacking even if that sh** was tossed right Hoes come in three's, Christmas eve All night n***as wanna see me pop off? Well alright Whip my wrist like slavery Head full of bread like bakeries Got hella hits I'm major league Feel like this sh** was made for me n***as mad because when they b**h now follows me on Instagram though Raps worth the shot like I got unlimited ammo Workin' for them bands though Just to let some bands go Finna shine so bright that when you're near me you'll get tan do' Yeah, and I'm the motherf**ing man yo Only dressed like guys usually by your side like hands do' (Hmm) Out here and I'm startin' from scratch 'Cuz my palms been itching it's time to get rids as ratch Seems like everything I'm doin' nowadays is for the catch I'm a boss-type dude, these n***as just work the staff [Hook: Kid AL] Goddamn, when will these motherf**ers understand I am the kid, no I am the man, yeah And I do it for the fam yeah OG and I got a couple grams yeah Goddamn, when will these motherf**ers understand I am the kid, no I am the man, yeah And I do it for the fam yeah OG and I got a couple grams yeah Yeah, and I got a couple grams, yeah You know I'm the f**ing man yeah [Verse 2: A-Lew] Goddamn, corny a** dudes, they don't understand Don't quit smokin' cold turkery Goin' ham Gotta cook the game up, where's the f**in' pan? All these b**hes love me, I'm too fly, oh man And you know that this is my verse You prayin' you could be like me man go to church Better watch your hoe 'cuz that b**h will flirt Don't let her see me 'cuz I be takin' off her shirt Yeah. back to the shop that's too clutch Try to get clouded man pa** me the dutch Gettin' high, f**in' b**hes that is a must Too fresh dawg my style you can't touch Got the greatest flo Different 'cuz of my tone All these girls, all they wanna do is bone Well I gotta rock and I been a little stoned Ballin, smokin' yo All I know Ya'll heard about me man, it's A-Lew I don't like one p**y I prefer two Reppin' my boys you know all about the crew Like 50 in the game son this is how we do [Outro: A-Lew & Kid Al] A-Lew: Yo Al we just had to do it to 'em quick ya' know? Kid Al: Word, they can't f** with us. It's Kid Al and A-Lew A-Lew & Kid Al: Ah sh** Look at da' motherf**ing flick of da' wrist Clique too tight Nobody else could fit Come chill with us smoke a spliff, take a sip Ain't nobody fresher than my motherf**ing clique