A the Kidd - Crushed Up Lyrics

Hmmm, hmmm

I've been rollin' off this lean, I need to speed up
Shawty noticin' the Kidd and got his g's up
Pop it back she got it shakin' like a seizure
I might take her for the weekend and then leave her (Kidd!)

I be f*cked up, molly crushed up
Shawty feenin' for that D, I get my nut up
I'm like what up? F*ck her guts up
I'ma paint her face, Picasso, tol' her suck it up
I-I be flooded, I be blooded when I run it up
I be mixin' lean and sprite inside the double cup
I be cashin' out a check, I got my money up
Tol' that bitch to bend it back and keep her tummy tucked
All the bread get to my head, bitch 'cause I got a loaf (Yeah)
She love Whitney, no not Houston, bitch I'm talkin' coke (Woo)
She be in it 'til it's finished but I got her soaked (Yeah)
She be tryna talk but my dick all up in throat
I be mixed up with the perks, I don't know how to coop
I got shit that's on my mind, they don't wanna see me woke
They be sleepin' on the Kidd, but bitch the Kidd 'ill wipe your nose
Got the chopper in the back, I ain't afraid to take your soul
Diamonds shinnin' they see it, I see demons when I'm sleepin'
I count up the cash in Ghost (Yeah), I talk to the money, hello? (Woo)
I got em mad that I got me a bag and I stay on the radar, I know (Huh?)
I might go f*ck on your hoe (Aye), she said your pockets are low (Are low)
They want me gone, they don't like how the Kidd just be comin' up out of the blue (What?)
I think I'm catching the flu (Huh?), ice on me cold like the flu (Blaat)
I gotta step back to fade when ball 'cause these pussies be watching my moves
I'm in the cut wit the crew, so they cannot block what I shoot

I've been rollin' off this lean, I need to speed up
Shawty noticin' the Kidd and got his g's up
Pop it back she got it shakin' like a seizure
I might take her for the weekend and then leave her (Kidd!)

I be f*cked up, molly crushed up
Shawty feenin' for that D, I get my nut up
I'm like what up? F*ck her guts up
I'ma paint her face, Picasso, tol' her suck it up
I-I be flooded, I be blooded when I run it up
I be mixin' lean and sprite inside the double cup
I be cashin' out a check, I got my money up
Tol' that bitch to bend it back and keep her tummy tucked
All the bread get to my head, bitch 'cause I got a loaf (Yeah)
She love Whitney, no not Houston, bitch I'm talkin' coke (Woo)
She be in it 'til it's finished but I got her soaked (Yeah)
She be tryna talk but my dick all up in throat
I be mixed up with the perks, I don't know how to coop
I got shit that's on my mind, they don't wanna see me woke
They be sleepin' on the Kidd, but bitch the Kidd 'ill wipe your nose
Got the chopper in the back, I ain't afraid to take your soul (Take your soul)