Cash Kidd - Kidd Next Door Lyrics

[Intro]The kid next door, he's a motherfuckin' con artistNext door, he's a genius, yeah, ayy[Chorus]My next-door neighbor is a killerMama wonderin' why I'm hangin' with that nigga, 'cause we just alikeRunnin' through this paper and these bitches (Fuckin' hoes)Boy, that lil' ho you jackin' off to, I blocked the other nightNigga, you's a corn, Eddie KendricksYeah, I'm toxic, but she keep on comin' back 'cause you don't fuck her rightPlease drop the loc' so we can spin it (Bow, bow, bow, bow)Hit a nigga up and then play it cool, don't even run no lights[Verse 1]Huh, dork, what a PipsqueakStick a horny cougar, I'll finger-fuck to fiftyR.I.P. Yase, let a nigga sneak-diss meBitch, I'm layin' with thе AK like I'm Swiss BeatsDouble C on my bitch likе she tipsyI just hit three bop bitches, feel like *NSYNCFucked her in the hotel tub, call her TeletubbieDipsy, dick on her head like DipsyAyy, hold up, I been scammin', livin' rent-freeI'm so tired of broke bitches, please rich bitch meShe said, "Daddy, you the chosen one," I said, "Bitch, preach"Silencer on the Nina make her lip sync[Chorus]Next-door neighbor is a killerMama wonderin' why I'm hangin' with that nigga, 'cause we just alikeRunnin' through this paper and these bitches (Fuckin' hoes)Boy, that lil' ho you jackin' off to, I blocked the other nightNigga, you's a corn, Eddie KendricksYeah, I'm toxic, but she keep on comin' back 'cause you don't fuck her rightPlease drop the loc' so we can spin it (Bow, bow, bow, bow)Hit a nigga up and then play it cool, don't even run no lights[Verse 2]Don't even want no lightsYeah, flashin' every day, don't even want no lightsHad to pull strings for these wins, but I don't own no kitePulled off in the stolen Charger like my phone gon' dieI'll get to squeezin' on the arm like my clothes on tightI was that one BeBe kid, probably stole your bikeThe police said, "Freeze," my neck done been froze all nightI got twenty main bitches, they up on my nutsShe said, "Why your hands always up?" 'Cause I'm a catchNiggas ain't hatin' hard enough, I'm not impressedI got 800 on me like I dialed COLLECTOn the stage, jumpin' in the crowd like Ron ArtestI'll point it to your head like Malcolm XI'm with G Money, tryna sleek me a niggaHad to get my lick back, I'm an Indian giver[Chorus]Ayy, my next-door neighbor is a killerMama wonderin' why I'm hangin' with that nigga, 'cause we just alikeRunnin' through this paper and these bitches (Fuckin' hoes)Boy, that lil' ho you jackin' off to, I blocked the other nightNigga, you's a corn, Eddie KendricksYeah, I'm toxic, but she keep on comin' back 'cause you don't fuck her rightPlease drop the loc' so we can spin it (Bow, bow, bow, bow)Hit a nigga up and then play it cool, don't even run no lights