Kiid John - Kill Homies Lyrics

Straight up
Yo Kiid John, where ya been homie?
Tryna run away from all these niggas that done been on me
Ever since Got Me they been hissing, throwing fits homie
Challenge all my writtens, and they asking who dis is homie Woah
Yo, Kiid John, where ya been homie? I'll annihilate all these niggas that are still on me
Nowadays I don't wanna play, y'all just kids homie
Counted all the coffins, now it's time to kill homies
Yo bro, the goat is is back
ENCA gonna tell me yeah we noticed that
You done brought a heat stroke to the cal de sac
Called the firefighter force soon as we called you back What?
You made current news as you made currents fuse
Made a wave torrent you done waved, made currents too
Pretty plain that you grew, didn't change, but improved
Now the fame coming gotta fix the game for da youth Kiid John
Yo Kiid John, where ya been homie? Tryna run away from all these niggas that done been on me
Ever since Got Me they been hissing, throwing fits homie
Challenge all my writtens, and they asking who dis is homie Straight up
Yo, Kiid John, where ya been homie? I'll annihilate all these niggas that are still on me
Nowadays I don't wanna play, y'all just kids homie
Counted all the coffins, now it's time to kill homies
Moving along. I killed these niggas with a two minute song
Hit these niggas, man they shoulda been gone
Switched up on me, and now they putting me on John
Boy, I knew that seven o six I'd give the new double o seven old tips
These dudes they done fell and they never sold hits
They knew I had talent, now I'm back and oh shit
I'm too sick with it. My crew admitted
Your boy got influenza, yo this dude's the illest
It's cause I influence 'em, bro I'm lucid living
I came with the idiot flow, I'm stupid with it
Stupid with it when I maneuver in it
Had to lose the gimmicks just to improve the lyrics
I improved my lyrics because I knew my limits
And now I proved to critics that I'm not losing in this
You prick niggas been think you can rap
Still think you're the shit, and you stinking, in fact
This isn't a diss to rich and the whack
Lip sync with a lisp; wouldn't listen to that
I'm mad and I'm serving you niggas
Yout ain't serving a purpose you niggas
You ain't even whipped, but I swerve on you niggas
Claim I'm nervous, I splurge on the nerve of you niggas
I'm a furnace, you niggas
Yo Kiid John, where you been Homie?
I been telling niggas they don't wanna sleep on me
I been telling niggas not to flick they wrist on me
Six assists to your kids leave you niggas lit hommie
Yo, Kiid John, where ya been homie?
I'll annihilate all these niggas that are still on me
Nowadays I don't wanna play, y'all just kids homie
Counted all the coffins haha I just killed homies