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kidtrunkz Video (MV)




Performed By: Gloomy
Language: English
Length: 2:50
Written by: Derek Dodson




Gloomy - kidtrunkz Lyrics




I put my steppin' shoes on, baby I've been runnin' this a long time
Stressin' on my mind, hit this gas, chill the f*ck out
Trippin' bout my past, I'm trippin' bout how I'ma make it out

Won't catch me followin' nobody, bae, I took the paper route
Bank accounts go crazy since I left, you lookin' lamer now
I'm poppin' my shit like, hold up, baby, I can't do that faking now
I take a pill, I'm rollin', baby, I got that good smoke

Apple mints and strawberry cough, these ain't no pre-roll
Bitch, I get it in, and get it gone, it ain't stayin' long
This Lemon cherry punchin', bitch, it's strong, I'm bout to cough my lung up
You ain't get a bag, don't talk to me until you get your funds up

Money longer than that one bitch hair, I think her name Rapunzel
Pussy boy gon' hit my blunt once, fall back and stumble
Got that shit a have you stone cold, bitch, get ready, rumble
Pussy way I make a bag flip, look like it had a tumble

I could never fall, I won't ever switch up on my dawgs
Put it on my mom, put this shit in motion after all
Can't nobody say they gave me nothin', bitch, I earned it all
Get a bag for certain, catch me servin' for I find a job

I'm gloomy, but not sad, I'll pop a Perc before that feelin' gone
Free smoke, we ain't with the drama, boy, stop all the talkin
Rich kid like Macaulay Culkin, steppin' in my Robins
All about the green, I ain't a goblin, I'm your biggest problem

Get that pussy wet until it's soppin', insert water droppers
Introvert with extroverted pockets, money fallin' out it, love to add it up
Screamin' motherf*ck a money counter, drugs stay in the counter
Easy access when you want geeked, these drugs ain't free

You best bust a serve, or chop a beat, when I said wok
Bitch, you know I wasn't talkin' feet, I walk in this bitch like who want beef
I'm steppin' on shit like the kids don't clean, rollin' on molly for two damn weeks
I bit on my tongue, I'm chewin' my teeth, walk in this bitch, you know who I be

No hook, just bars, like a Xanax fiend
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I put my steppin' shoes on, baby I've been runnin' this a long time
Stressin' on my mind, hit this gas, chill the f*ck out
Trippin' bout my past, I'm trippin' bout how I'ma make it out

Won't catch me followin' nobody, bae, I took the paper route
Bank accounts go crazy since I left, you lookin' lamer now
I'm poppin' my shit like, hold up, baby, I can't do that faking now
I take a pill, I'm rollin', baby, I got that good smoke

Apple mints and strawberry cough, these ain't no pre-roll
Bitch, I get it in, and get it gone, it ain't stayin' long
This Lemon cherry punchin', bitch, it's strong, I'm bout to cough my lung up
You ain't get a bag, don't talk to me until you get your funds up

Money longer than that one bitch hair, I think her name Rapunzel
Pussy boy gon' hit my blunt once, fall back and stumble
Got that shit a have you stone cold, bitch, get ready, rumble
Pussy way I make a bag flip, look like it had a tumble

I could never fall, I won't ever switch up on my dawgs
Put it on my mom, put this shit in motion after all
Can't nobody say they gave me nothin', bitch, I earned it all
Get a bag for certain, catch me servin' for I find a job

I'm gloomy, but not sad, I'll pop a Perc before that feelin' gone
Free smoke, we ain't with the drama, boy, stop all the talkin
Rich kid like Macaulay Culkin, steppin' in my Robins
All about the green, I ain't a goblin, I'm your biggest problem

Get that pussy wet until it's soppin', insert water droppers
Introvert with extroverted pockets, money fallin' out it, love to add it up
Screamin' motherf*ck a money counter, drugs stay in the counter
Easy access when you want geeked, these drugs ain't free

You best bust a serve, or chop a beat, when I said wok
Bitch, you know I wasn't talkin' feet, I walk in this bitch like who want beef
I'm steppin' on shit like the kids don't clean, rollin' on molly for two damn weeks
I bit on my tongue, I'm chewin' my teeth, walk in this bitch, you know who I be

No hook, just bars, like a Xanax fiend
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Writer: Derek Dodson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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