KLick BOOM

I don't think I'm ever gonna see you again So nah I don't wanna meet you I don't mean to be rude or cause any disrespect But no I don't wanna meet her Kid Lords do a lot of things Running through them sets I bet you won't hear a feature Go to see Kid Lords Cause they control the beat Yeah they control the beat Yeah they control the beat Yeah Heart string love I got that bitch attached She do all types of drugs Trynna escape the past They catching up to her Them demons gon make her crash Speed up on the gas You know we gon hit the dash Switching through these lanes A Hundred we going fast Rolling through your city Got sticks with no masks All my gang shooters Collecting them dog tags Kid Lords in the city collecting the big bag Big bag Turn them cameras on I wanna see something Now her top is off How you look like this I been armed I rob I took another bitch They all want the sauce Well all they make is grits The kids all use their gifts Been hell to live like this Need help a therapist Like where my baby go Where my baby go Where my baby go That's you on the radio That's you up and down that pole That's you in the video That's just another hoe Where my baby go Like where my baby go Click, Boom, Reload I'm sorry I don't give a fuck About someone who don't say hello You really thought we gave a fuck about a hoe We only laughing to the bank we go And we really staying on We still getting cake Yeah when the shades close You cannot imitate stay in your lane bro We will eliminate your fucking ego Click, Boom, Reload Click, Boom, Reload Kid Lord Kid Lord