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not him - the kidd rxsa lyrics

yo ricky, dude, you’re not him
ricky is not him
ricky, you are not him, you’ll never be him
ricky, you’re not him
ricky, you not him (hey, f*ck ricky)
ricky you’re not him
how the f*ck you gon diss on my gang
talk sh*t but you don’t get bank
man, ricky and chase you fake
on tip, y’all way too lame
why the f*ck is you up on my d*ck
you my son, b*tch, you my kid
shut the f*ck up, don’t talk sh*t
imma pull up and f*ck on your b*tch (grr)
haha

you thinking you him but you ain’t
imma pull up and f*ck on your sk*nk
ride around town in a tank
you wrong, you is to blame
think you tough, ’cause you caught a case
you soft like the fat on chase
it’s go time, b*tch i can’t wait
yo, chase, lose some weight
everyone know, you is not him
i’m with vince, he my gang he my twin
wore it once, now he copied my fit
don’t lose, we always win
yo, teo my boy, you so tough
we need more, this ain’t enough (grr)
imma turn that boy right to a song
no, i cannot do no wrong
my money multiply, i got guap
i don’t smoke, but i make hits like a bong
say that’s your hoe but she giving up top
catch me outside if you bout yo’ talk
that boy fat, he should go take a walk
get off of my tip, b*tch, off my c*ck
don’t make me say it
you ain’t got no cash, b*tch, you can’t even fake it
stay tryna get with that d*mn hoe, she already taken
i hit that sh*t for the one time, passed that jawn to kaden

pulled up with an mp5
turn that boy to a mp3
you been standing too long, ricky you should pipe down
and come go sit right next to me
and the way that i keep cooking up all these songs
you could say i got the recipe
yuh, funny how friends turn to enemies
no, you can’t intervene
no, no, you can’t get rid of me
all you are is just a sinner, please
you so buggy, you look like a centipede
i can’t take it, intervene
and my drip is on, i’m in some ksubi jeans
try dissing me, you do some stupid things
built like dk, you get that blue and green
mess with aj you get that jumobi
n****s talking like they got goons
word to, we gon spin the whole f*cking block like a f*cking typhoon
chase you a big boy, you like fried food
you don’t wanna know what this mother f*ckin’ five do
i hit the game winner like i’m ai
stepping ova n****s like they ty lue
you said you got hittas boy stop with the capping
yo’ ass do not got no henchmen
got a text last night, it said “watch for my people”
please get the f*ck out my mentions
only time that you done is in school detention
gotta talk to eighth graders to get some attention
you better not even respond to this sh*t
’cause my brothers bounce back with zero apprehension

shooter gonna shoot when i say so
and i take you off the map just like faygo
copy fits, copy swag
got a perm boy, i know you a f— (ho, ho, ho, ben)
go get burnt boy, turn you into ash
and i know that chase a b*tch
how you fat as f*ck still chasing that b*tch, huh?
and your girl she on her knees getting sick, huh
i said f*ck the chase, switch up to the visa
b*tch, i’m from new york, we ain’t from the burbs now
how’d i f*ck your b when i was at your house
your hoe for the team, yeah she is nat hoe
boy you fat as f*ck, put down all them nachos
and them bullets hit yo’ chest and your back bone
and them bullets hittin’ ricky, stealing*swag*hoe
feel like kaden, play that hoe like a piano
what the cheese?
lfg, baby, i am him
let’s run this up, yeah
and that choppa hit your brain, when i say so
shooters shootin’ left in right, they all on my payroll
choppa hit you forty*five degrees, that’s an acute angle
don’t need to tell the world that i’m on top, i’m already sure that they know
and ima take your girl, say she love me, play her like a piano
talking down, see what happens, light you up like you a candle
thirty on my jersey, not like curry, more like julius randle
we might have to overload
sights aimed up at your head, i just hope it don’t hit low
you lied about having a girl in your bed, everybody knows it so
can’t even tell you think fast, cause you’re way too slow
who they?
i don’t care what you say
making money on a monday, making money on a tuesday
the one thing for sure is that you fake

- the kidd rxsa lyrics

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