Follow That Kid

[Intro]
(Kearve, ayy)
(Brrrat) (TK)

[Verse 1]
Drop bars like nuts
Girls go nuts
Middle fingers up like fuck these cunts
Cunts get rolled like smokes and blunts
When the boys be on the hunt
Ain't talking no fairy tales, TNs dripping
See these rat-tails
Got your bitch dripping like a snail
Every time you don't get bail
Livin' life like I'm on the run
Out of JD so I gotta run, up the street to get some
Hopin' that we don't get done
Ain't got any so gotta grab Henny
Off my cup ain't pop no xannys
Talk about bud yeah we got plenty
Ain't flash no dots till its washed in a CD
Act like a boss talking 3-D
Paranoid everywhere I look
I see these tell these cunts they ain't want to be me
Want me hung on a cross at C-3
Singing this be me through MP3
None of these sluts can cop the D
Tell a slut what you want from me
Tell a bitch I ain't talk for free
So I gotta stay [?] wonder where he fell nobody know
Full of that weed smell ever been too [?] here we fucking go
Wonder where he fell ain't nobody know
Full of that weed smell ever been too [?] here we fucking go

[Chorus]
So follow that kid, follow that kid, follow that kid bitch
Follow that kid, follow that kid, follow that kid bitch
Follow that kid, follow that kid, follow that kid bitch
Follow that kid, follow that kid, follow that kid bitch

[Verse 2]
Follow that kid and she wantin' the dick
Watching her be and it's making me sick
Grabbing my leg tryna touch my dick
She ain't turn me on so I'm soft as shit
Too easy for my liking
Guess I'm old-school like a viking
Cunts go find that shit surprising
But these days [?] ain't dying
Lad, I'm new to it, so I'm hatin' it
Back in the day ya chasin' it
You used to wish for this now I'm facing it
And ya saying you wanna get a taste of it
These bitches way to fishy
Like 6ix9ine she wants that stiffy
This situation be iffy
But my mate Dosh can chop a fifty
[?] that premo sticky icky, know what I mean
I'm chopping that green
Chop up my P and make a G
L-A-D nah ain't no G
K to the E-A-R-V-E
Ask these cunts what they want from me
That your girl be starving, back stage tryna get that D
Back on my own shit stay on my lonesome
Back on my thrown shit but I ain't [?]
If it's a charge then I ain't postin'
Look at my past now look where I'm going
People can't stop me say that I'm conky
Only hate on me 'cause they girl want me
Next to me, she's calling me baby
Next to you, she's calling you poppy (ha)

[Chorus]
So follow that kid, follow that kid, follow that kid bitch
Follow that kid, follow that kid, follow that kid bitch
Follow that kid, follow that kid, follow that kid bitch
Follow that kid, follow that kid, follow that kid bitch