Lyrics Middle Finger - Kidd Kidd

Middle Finger

They try to separate my bullet from my gun
Ohhh!
Ohh!
Kidd Kidd
36 O’s in the block
32 extensions in the glock
Niggas rattin like a mother*cker
Make a real nigga call you by your badge number
Middle finger to the cops, bitch I think Im Pac
All eyez on me, bitch I think Im Pac
I live that thug life, bitch I think Im Pac
I say r life dont think Im not
Put a lid on it, Kidd Kidd on it,
Get everybody Benz with the kid on it,
Keep the bottles with the sparkles need on it
She.
Ill turn into a bent on it
Bitch bend it over, Ima do this ran on it
Make that ass so hard, thats what been on it
Thats me up in that V with no D on it
Shes on em, that gluck, sitting on em
Christ on your head man you know we been on it
Nigga out your bullet, what your name written on it
Haters wanna see me fall, but I aint trippin on it
I. your girl whole play grivin on it, uh
36 hoes in the block
32 ass snitches in the glock
Niggas ridin like a mother*cker
Make em real nigga call you by your Benz number
Middle finger to the cops, bitch I think I popped
All eyes on me, bitch I think Im popped
Holla at the thug life, bitch I think Im popped
I say mother life dont think Im not
My money call up with my fame
Hoes started talking and ball up my name
Now I hate baby boy the niggas stuntin
Slingin wood like Im ask all Jim thuggin
They try to separate my bullets from my gun
Ill start again
36 hoes in the block
32 ass snitches in the glock
Niggas ridin like a mother*cker
Make em real nigga call you by your Benz number
Middle finger to the cops, bitch I think I popped
All eyes on me, bitch I think Im popped
Holla at the thug life, bitch I think Im popped
I say mother life dont think Im not
Glock pot drop your top like a call show
Slammin hoes like a Cadillac call door
On the thuggin judgement, cause only Lord knows
I got a lot of niggas of me at the cross road,
I miss my homie rack, I miss my homie tight
We going shots, bag in-shots, take your license
Shoes got spice, but I dont do no hiking
The hoes love it, the hatrs dont like it
36 hoes in the block
32 ass snitches in the glock
Niggas ridin like a mother*cker
Make em real nigga call you by your Benz number
Middle finger to the cops, bitch I think I popped
All eyes on me, bitch I think Im popped
Holla at the thug life, bitch I think Im popped
I say mother life dont think Im not