(Verse 1)
Nobody fucking with Kid, fuck it, it’s just what it is
I can go back to the biz, of fucking yo bitch, the one that has yet to exist
I wouldn’t cum on her tits, I’m disrespectful, rather make her get yo baby’s bib
Or I would piss on the lid of all your shit, and stick it right back in the fridge
All of my niggas be rolling with me like we popped a x pill for the shits
If everyone doing it, why are you doing it nigga, why do you even exist?
It’s like every rapper wanna sing now, no unique style in this bitch
That’s why I came in with complete stylish shit and constantly my flow will switch
Some of these niggas will throw a lil fit and come to me and shit
Like “bro, is this a diss?”

(Verse 2)
Nobody fucking with Kid, fuck it, that’s just what it is
I should go back to the biz, of telling a bitch, like everything she wanna hear
She told me all of her fears, and then we switched gears
I just fucked her right there by the bed, while it held yo sleeping Kid
Yup it was him
I can’t go back there again, the chances are none to slim
Room 112, did it again, at the motel, she ain’t sleeping in
Do not disturb on the knob so if the housekeeper come, she ain’t creeping in
Neither is him, him meaning you, I really did it my nigga, no really it’s true
Don’t want those facts to come outta the blue, or red if you prefer you that
Messy shit, I’m bout to stir that
Stir fry how I serve facts
High enough to give nerd facts
Word to my nigga K-Blacc
Been real, we don’t portray that

(Verse 3)
You cannot fuck with the King, I said it and that’s what I mean
I told that hoe not to scream, I cover her mouth so neighbors will not hear a thing
I perform better on beans, no one has the lean, they lying bout simplest things
I will not sit here and not address shit , nigga I am becoming the king
That was the man of her dreams, she told me it seems, that you can’t be real about a damn thing
Get to stepping, no dance team
Got acquainted with a green beam
Infrared sees everything
Won’t give her no wedding ring
Unless she sign this paper that states
If we break up, she ain’t getting a thing
I put that hoe on the clean
You get her back nice and clean
Cause I don’t wear rubbers but King Kid don’t have a thing
Less we talking bout money, lil nigga, I keep me some green
That’s weed included in things
I’m a include her things like she on team
But really she fucking for cream
When we fuck, I watch her pussy cream
She’ll probably squirt on me if I’m in between
Yo bitch nigga