"Kudos" lyrics
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
[BabyTron:]
Had to pour up in a mug, I'm a rude mo-fo'
Ayy, ain't no space for your friend, this a two-door, ho
Richard Millies and Pateks, ain't no Hublots on
Rich cans with baguettes, ain't no kudos on
Oh, you finally made it, ten kudos, bro
Congratulations, like, you supposed to have been to did that
Mind of a maniac, heart of a lion
He far from an AP, cards keep declining
I live in the lab, how I get a D in science?
You gon' meet my mind if I take the spray, we divided
Dogshit Militia, you a teeny, weeny pup
Why you telling me? I don't give a teeny, weeny fuck
[StanWill:]
Huh, I don't give a tiny, whiny damn
Keep a hundred in the AR, doing ninety in the Lamb'
Triple X, your bitch getting spicy for the Ken
Me plus some model hoes, but we minusing our pants
If you ain't a ten, you can't get the slightest of attends
All these fucking drums, oppies think they fighting with a band
I can't get 'em in my pocket, got me fighting with the Bens
Pull up in that Scooby-Doo, them niggas hiding from the van
Brodie off eleven drugs, you ain't high as brother man
I got rich off vocals, I might never try another scam
[TrDee:]
Money long, heard your shit on midget mode
Stuff an opp in the Backwood, we gon' get a roll
Don't tell me it's up 'cause now it's on the floor
Do you got the two-hand twist? Girl, I gotta know
Walking in the mall for designer sneaks
Just paid a couple car notes, so it wasn't cheap
I'm the bigger person, even if it's deep
Rather be with just one wolf than a hundred sheep
If nobody won't, I know Stan will
Pop him like some soda, we gon' treat him like some Advil
[BabyTron:]
Someone get the counterfeit marker, is that cash real?
Bitch, is that ass real? Hey, hey
You ain't really been on shit lately just like Brad Beal
TRX desert tan, but the Lamb' teal
I'll double down on trays like I'm Grant Hill
Full-time geeker boy, what the fuck's a half pill?
[StanWill:]
I need the whole thing, what the fuck's a half ticket?
I might get a fucking bad back from fucking bad bitches
Brodie throwed as a bitch, but he's mad, kick it
I be chasing that shit like I'm Rocky, I get fast chicken
Lil' dog stuck in place, buddy ass glitchy
I could pull whatever out that fucker, bro, my stash endless
[TrDee:]
Stan Rollie froze, I heard yours tickin'
If you come back without a hat, that's a bad mission
You ain't been shit since you graduated
Why you rapping 'bout somebody life? That shit fabricated
Roll that weed up 'fore I get aggravated
If I did it, then you can too, let me demonstrate it
[BabyTron:]
Had to pour up in a mug, I'm a rude mo-fo'
Ayy, ain't no space for your friend, this a two-door, ho
Richard Millies and Pateks, ain't no Hublots on
Rich cans with baguettes, ain't no kudos on
Oh, you finally made it, ten kudos, bro
Congratulations, like, you supposed to have been to did that
Mind of a maniac, heart of a lion
He far from an AP, cards keep declining
I live in the lab, how I get a D in science?
You gon' meet my mind if I take the spray, we divided
Dogshit Militia, you a teeny, weeny pup
Why you telling me? I don't give a teeny, weeny fuck
[StanWill:]
Huh, I don't give a tiny, whiny damn
Keep a hundred in the AR, doing ninety in the Lamb'
Triple X, your bitch getting spicy for the Ken
Me plus some model hoes, but we minusing our pants
If you ain't a ten, you can't get the slightest of attends
All these fucking drums, oppies think they fighting with a band
I can't get 'em in my pocket, got me fighting with the Bens
Pull up in that Scooby-Doo, them niggas hiding from the van
Brodie off eleven drugs, you ain't high as brother man
I got rich off vocals, I might never try another scam
[TrDee:]
Money long, heard your shit on midget mode
Stuff an opp in the Backwood, we gon' get a roll
Don't tell me it's up 'cause now it's on the floor
Do you got the two-hand twist? Girl, I gotta know
Walking in the mall for designer sneaks
Just paid a couple car notes, so it wasn't cheap
I'm the bigger person, even if it's deep
Rather be with just one wolf than a hundred sheep
If nobody won't, I know Stan will
Pop him like some soda, we gon' treat him like some Advil
[BabyTron:]
Someone get the counterfeit marker, is that cash real?
Bitch, is that ass real? Hey, hey
You ain't really been on shit lately just like Brad Beal
TRX desert tan, but the Lamb' teal
I'll double down on trays like I'm Grant Hill
Full-time geeker boy, what the fuck's a half pill?
[StanWill:]
I need the whole thing, what the fuck's a half ticket?
I might get a fucking bad back from fucking bad bitches
Brodie throwed as a bitch, but he's mad, kick it
I be chasing that shit like I'm Rocky, I get fast chicken
Lil' dog stuck in place, buddy ass glitchy
I could pull whatever out that fucker, bro, my stash endless
[TrDee:]
Stan Rollie froze, I heard yours tickin'
If you come back without a hat, that's a bad mission
You ain't been shit since you graduated
Why you rapping 'bout somebody life? That shit fabricated
Roll that weed up 'fore I get aggravated
If I did it, then you can too, let me demonstrate it
