Lyrics Kleptomaniac - Cash Kidd

Kleptomaniac

They must not want me dead for real 'cause what y’all aimin' at?
Put dick in her ribs, now you can’t have your baby back
I think I was born to hit her, they think I was made to rap
Everywhere I go, I keep that steel, kleptomaniac
Slide down, scratch 'em off the list, they think Santa back
Runnin' lights with dead people on me, I’m an ambulance
Lil' thick bitch badder than my granny bad
Boy, let’s see if you that tough when I unzip this fanny pack
Rat-ass bitch, I heard shit, think I’ma take her back
Now she see her life incomplete, bitch, you ain’t the catch
Just bet a dub on the Bucks, I heard Brady back
They slept on me, I was rich when they woke from that nap
The chopper talk that boy to death, it got dragon breath
They paralyzed me for forever when they stabbed my back
Had a nine-to-five, was tryna feed the fam off that
I ain’t never thought about myself when I cashed my checks
I was tryna get some rest, teacher tapped my desk
Man, I was up all night, tryna pass that test
Shit, the life quiz
Mind racing, tryna connect all the dots in
I might never find another friend like Mizz
That’s who I need here with me
Uh, yeah, when they killed Lee, shit killed me
I wish I was still sayin', «Free Lee»
She just want a nigga with some VVs
Ayy, niggas forcin' it, tryna be me
Boy, you ain’t got no check, like three feet
Tryna get to them pros like the D league
Huh, 'member tryna get it right with Cece
Ran across her page, made me so proud
I wish I could show my love, just don’t know how
We was sleepin' on the twin at my old house
Now I’m sleepin' with them twins, I trust nobody
I got money and fame, it got so grimy
Ventin' on recorded calls, tellin' Tone 'bout it
At the top, it get lonely, I know 'bout it
Fuck these niggas, I got bitches that’s more solid
Man, this shit wouldn’t even fit, can’t do no wallet
'Less we talkin' Bitcoin, got like four probably
Gave her shots from the back, Harlem Globetrotters
Jugg a thot for the neck, sorry, no condom
I was just a Bébé Kid, tryna get breakfast
I done seen roaches floatin' in my milk after
Stealin' from the government, Kwame Kilpatrick
Whole team found out, we some real hackers
I was down to check my account, I feel better
In the car, keep the pipe, yeah, I’m still at it
I be misunderstood 'cause I’m a lil' damaged
Yeah, ayy, if ain’t nobody understand, I thought you would
You would be surprised who don’t believe you could
Maybe they just hatin' on me 'cause I’m too good
In a million-dollar house, tryna learn some new juggs
I just seen my old bitch out, almost threw up
I just let the whole clip out, slid in a new one
They must not want me dead for real 'cause what y’all aimin' at?
Put dick in her ribs, now you can’t have your baby back
I think I was born to hit her, they think I was made to rap
Everywhere I go, I keep that steel, kleptomaniac
Slide down, scratch 'em off the list, they think Santa back
Runnin' lights with dead people on me, I’m an ambulance
Lil' thick bitch badder than my granny bad
Boy, let’s see if you that tough when I unzip this fanny pack
Ayy, I got fifty thousand on me, stealin' snacks out the family pack