Kidd Saturday - Mons Lyrics

Whew
Yeah
Swear to God
Boy I'm hittin
Come f*ck with the KiDD
Know I got the juice
Hear my shit clear
F*ck that auto-tune
I'ma tune out the world
With a blunt or two
And a bottle I
Whew
Lose
Ooo, Idk can you spell it out
Gossip the KiDD
Talk about me
When you out with your girls
And thinking bout
How that temperature rising
Tides and seasons
See something bigger is on the way
My timing is close
That moment is soon
And that's all the shit that I used to say
But we see clearly now
All them obstacles
I need henny and plenty spliffs
A night in the public
Cause after my rainy days
You got me high on that Jimmy Cliff
I gotta rely on my team
And they never slip
Line up the beam
And now Fredo hit
But I can make time if you got a problem
But you know thats a dummy mission
Now the boy is sick
You send a cop and the ambulence
Coppin the drop for the ambience
A new coop in the shop
With a roll-over tag
And it's cool as f*ck
But ain't obvious
The drip
Whew
All black, coffee shit
Cocky shit
Body fools when the song is hittin
Hit her up fore' the sun'll get us
For what it's worth
Stay around
I'll be worth a million
Wait stop
Kirk Franklin
We sanctioned
They hate us
We can't stop
We waited
You placed locks
We break them
When you shout my name
It better be from your stadiums
I'm headed to Mars
When I return
Theres no saving y'all