Kidd Kidd - Renegades lyrics

[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd] [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I'm a motherf**in g Come from under the smotherin of the slum I'm bundlin up a ton, i'm pumpin it by that bump in the road I'll leave you slumped in the road, if ever pumpin by my bump in the road Come for no drama, i'm only tryna Get up my dollars, my partners is screamin "sqad up" I'm tryna get my squad up, holla at ya boy I move so poised on old school boys I'm a mack mami k** that noise I got crack, chronic in that boy I ain't just jumped off the porch, i been that boy Fee- i'm a win that, boy Don't even know where to begin that story about your woadie I'm younger than kobe, vet like rob horry I made it pop bubbly, your buddy is gettin chubbier than NORE Honey say her hubby gettin boring So honey be by money when you snoring Stuff her from her gummies to her tummy to her ov'ries It's over man, bet you don't know her man Like the man from that hollygrove land that'll body yo man My shotty fo cram hollow grams to yo noggo man Head shot you mind boggled, man I am the throwback young'n, about to bring it back to lotto's, fam And bet i sh** with multiple colored symbols All of the sh** i been thru, cause me to have my guards up over the god's mental Raw deep dark top will offend you 500 confidential, a mark that the spark has been rekindled Good morning i'm Tune, shorty the dude Gucci border my shoes, hoochie all in my groove Damn, wayne dookie hard on you fools, you gotta smell me East landlord, sh** go down you gotta tell me Gangsta n***a, i ain't ya n***a Nineteen, got game like an ancient n***a Wayne came to paint your kitchen, drape your floors Cover your ceiling, rape your who*e Smother your children, take your feelings, take your core sh**, if this was the cell block i'd take your store If this was the block i'd be moving a eighth or more But i soar thru the block in that grape azure I see hate galore But i straight ignore Because my cake is more Peep how your date adore Probly skate with yours Take her straight indoors Clean face, make her taste my pores Give it to her till her waist is sore Shake the boy Go up in your lady raw, make your lady raw And if she's as late as yours I got snakes in my yard but i stay off the lawn If a hater inform, take his head and his arm Got the lead in my palm, infrared on the dome Of the smith & wes I aim at ya chest I bang with the best I hang with the SQ k**as n***as is gangsta to d**h That's louis v from the ankle to neck I move a v thru the block in the jects No top, no shirt, people be like, "pac in the jects!!" I don't stop in the jects I got shop in the jects Who knows? twelve hundred for two o's Crew show, y'all hidin up And when my crew show up, y'all sqadin up