Kid Ink

[fox69]

"Keep Up"

"Keep Up"


[Hook: x2]
I know, I know, that you ain't never got down like this before
Fa sho, come here I can show you what it is
All you gotta do is keep up, we could get it in
All you gotta do is keep up

[Verse 1:]
Okay, I know, I know, you ain't gotta fix your lips (ah)
Seen you round before (ah), ain't your first time, no
Okay, I know, I know you ain't never did it like this
All these drinks all gotta go (ah), still taking shots, I can't miss
Okay, let's go, let's go, roll up that Bombay
Bucket list full of Rose, a lil Patron, and OJ
But we don't need no chasin, you can turn up the whole thing
Girl vibrate that ass here and turn off your phone ring
L-l-low key, came in here, so deep
Trying to come sit at my table, ain't no room like a two seater
I'm sorry, but your friend gotta move, bitch is too needy
Ain't no hard feelings, you can fill her up, it's okay

[Hook: x2]
I know, I know, that you ain't never got down like this before
Fa sho, come here I can show you what it is
All you gotta do is keep up, we could get it in
All you gotta do is keep up

[Verse 2:]
Okay, I know, I know, you won't take no pics (ya)
Boyfriend know you here, but, he don't know who you with
Okay, I know, I know, you ain't here by yourself (nah)
Where the fuck are your friends, let's take all this back to the house
Okay, let's roll, let's roll, meet me in valet
Sunset to the freeway, just keep up for Pete's sake
Keep it one hundred I don't really need no foreplay
Just hit it from the back, girl, and pull on her hair like bad girls
Now, get right to it
Gone off that turn up fluid
Say she don't really get down like this
Little peer pressure just might do it
Playing undercover if I lay you under covers
Bet you learn something new
Chest to chest, make a move

[Hook: x2]
I know, I know, that you ain't never got down like this before
Fa sho, come here I can show you what it is
All you gotta do is keep up, we can get it in
All you gotta do is keep up

 

[fox69]

"La La La"

"La La La"



La, la, la, put it in the air, blunt so thick, got it looking like a flare
Eyes sitting low like I'm looking at a glare
Got your bitch in the stands and she's looking at a player
I never gave a fuck and I really don't care
Running circles round you niggas but you're really just squares
And you can't see me nigga cause your vision's impaired
I look better in the front like a set of veneers
tell them hoes, bite down down, flights out, all black, lights out
You know what it is, no time outs
Bitches going down, fly south
You getting played by the doorman
While I'm in this bitch getting paid for performing
Big bang 808, knock like the Mormons
See a bunch of hoes told the girls to bring more in

You already know where I'm from so go ahead take another hit...
I see you on the silent, this pack got me singing to the sky light
This pack got me singing to the sky light, this pack got me singing to the sky light
I just need a little time to get my mind right
See a couple pretty dimes looking fine like

Holly, more than her body, just roll up about to blow up like Saudi(boom)
find me, riding in space with Wall-e, running from the cops like rodney, don't mind me
Cause I ain't psychic, I'm just doing it like Nike
Sitting on a cloud like Zeus, just skypin
And I swear my bitch bad like Aphrodite
fiesty, up through the nightly, Batman shorty,
tell her turn around and I back stabbed shorty
Put her right to sleep, yeah, a knapsack shorty,
and I roll another one like a fat ass hoagie
Said I'm on some no buffer shit,
you should get a load of it
Great, anything less will be lonely
We welcome to the la, la, la one from nigger all I have
La, la, la, tell them

You already know where I'm from so go ahead take another hit...
I see you on the silent, this pack got me singing to the sky light
This pack got me singing to the sky light, this pack got me singing to the sky light
I just need a little time to get my mind right
See a couple pretty girls looking fine light, looking fine light
This pack got me singing to the sky light, this pack got me singing to the sky light.

 

[fox69]

"Last Time"

"Last Time"


[Hook]
Last time I felt like this I swear I was on one
Last time I felt like this I swear nigga on one

I be on some shit they ain't ready for
Pull up in the world, they ain't ready for
With a bunch of bad bitches, they ain't ready for
See high they get, they ain't ready for

[Verse 1]
Come see for yourself, I turn up, don't need no help
With a bunch of bad bitches trying to wild out
Girl so bad, put her on time out
Looking for the real, you can find out
Tell her there's a party back in my house
If I can't chose I can parlor
I ain't sitting in the back, I don't give a fuck, no
Shake that ass with the basic, hope I don't forget it to the waitress
It's trouble in the air, I can taste it
Bottle in my hand, I'm a face it

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
It's Mustard on the beat ho, and anything bang, no reload
A nigga in the game, no chick ho
Tear it like the motherfucking cico
Now everything automatic, walk in this bitch, if I want it I grab it
Going in like a nigga never had it
Walk on green like on motherfucking caddy
Nowhere in my range, not in my car, get out of my lane
I'm sitting at the bar, drink away my pain before I go insane

[Hook]

[Outro]
They ain't ready for, yeah, they ain't ready for
It's Kid Ink, they ain't ready for
Alumni, they ain't ready for
Ill Will, they ain't ready for
Hardhead, they ain't ready for
DJ Tech, they ain't ready for
Devin Cruise, they ain't ready for

 

[fox69]

"Let It Go"

"Let It Go"


[Chorus]
I let go, but I cling
To a love I've never seen
Give me faith
It feels like I've just opened the doors
I steal although nothing ever comes for free
This world is watching me

But I wake up in the morning thinking fuck it all
Fucking raw
I feel so fucking tall
That they just look like ants and I could crush 'em all
I'm a beast with a bark like a dozen dogs
Only time I see the sun is when the money call
Who's in charge? You can put that on my credit card
Money over bitches I don't need 4 hoes to set it off
But there's a couple things that's on my chest I need to get em off
I'm just being honest niggas can't touch me like granny old china
I'm the tyrant, baby T-Rex
Fuck walking I can run this shit in three steps

[Chorus]
I let go, but I cling
To a love I've never seen
Give me faith
It feels like I've just opened the doors
I steal although nothing ever comes for free
This world is watching me

Crazy world, full of fame addicts
I spent a couple hundred on a straight jacket
Trying to get high, each and every day
Hit this and a nigga might fly away
I think I'm Bruce Wayne, Batman
On these niggas heads, like a CAT scan
Dominate like Pac-Man
You in a hole, where Shaq stand
I'm a madman, fuck you smiley face
Only thing I know, is to annihilate
All competition, I'm at a steady pace
In this human race it's nothing new to take

[Chorus]
I let go, but I cling
To a love I've never seen
Give me faith
It feels like I've just opened the doors
I steal although nothing ever comes for free
This world is watching me

Yeah
So Imma just roll up another one
And let time fly
Oh yeah
Fuck you haters!
Look up
See me?

[Chorus]
I let go, but I cling
To a love I've never seen
Give me faith
It feels like I've just opened the doors
I steal although nothing ever comes for free
This world is watching me

 

[fox69]

"Lights On"
(feat. Young Jerz, Sean Brown & HardHead)

"Lights On"
(feat. Young Jerz, Sean Brown & HardHead)



Clap clap
Turn the lights on
1, 2 check, make sure the mic's on
Grass green but I see a bunch of python's
With their eyes locked
Cause I'm an icon
Eugh..
Just brush 'em off like colgate
From the mean streets
You could call it road rage
Fast life never moving in a slow pace
No race, full shift, no brakes
See you atheist, no faith
Don't worry because I'm straighter than a cold face
Go in and get mine like OJ
'til they take me away it's..

Every single day
I be going in
There's nothing you can say
I just wanna win
Turn the lights on, yeah [4x]
Cause they told me
I would never make it
But now I
Turn the lights on. [4x]

I was up in class dreamin'
Stage with the 50 thou
Fans lights beamin'
Ready for the summer
Did a lot of spring cleanin'
A lot of sweat and tears
For this game I was bleeding
Now your boy Charlie Sheenin', winning
Just the beginning of what's to come
How my words reach the bangers and the hipsters and the punks
Guess it was worth the bullshit that I had to overcome
All started from the days Kriss Kross made me jump
A young'en with a passion for rap
And if you told me that I couldn't
I was ready to scrap
Look at me now
I guess it's safe to say it's going down
And I know Ill sitting back like
"look what I done found, Alumni"

Every single day
I be going in
There's nothing you can say
I just wanna win
Turn the lights on, yeah [4x]
Cause they told me
I would never make it
But now I
Turn the lights on. [4x]

Haters rather see me fall like a rain drop
Dedicated to this so this where the rain stops
Don't believe in me, like the tooth fairy
Looking in the mirror screaming out Bloody Mary
Said we wouldn't make it
Christopher Columbus
Now we in there looking for the Calvin Broadus numbers
Clap clap, turn the lights on..
Poker face, Polo Tee and white Nike's on
Backstabbers going in like it's a tattoo
Been dealing with them all my life
So it's nothing new
This is what history looks like in the making
So just watch me and my squad make it

Every single day
I be going in
There's nothing you can say
I just wanna win
Turn the lights on, yeah [4x]
Cause they told me
I would never make it
But now I
Turn the lights on. [4x]

 

[fox69]

"Like A G"
(feat. Travis Porter)

"Like A G"
(feat. Travis Porter)



[Hook:Travis Porter]

I'mma tell you what a G told me
Cash rules everything around me
Gotta get that dough till there ain't no more
Gotta stack that dough till ya bank done fold

I'mma show you what a nigga showed me
Put your middle finger up and scream fuck the police
Fuck smelling good gotta stank on me
Fuck a credit card gotta bank on me

Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)

[Kid Ink]

Uh, feelin so good
All the way out the hood
Now I gotta view that can see the whole city
Swear momma raised her a real go-getter
(yeah)
Itll be okay
Tell em that im so LA
West up
Shoe box money in the dresser
Yeah, thats what a G showed me
I know you can smell the OG on me
And shawty trynna get another drink on me
Anything in the world for free baby

[Hook]

I'mma tell you what a G told me
Cash rules everything around me
Gotta get that dough till there ain't no more
Gotta stack that dough till ya bank done fold

I'mma show you what a nigga showed me
Put your middle finger up and scream fuck the police
Fuck smelling good gotta stank on me
Fuck a credit card gotta bank on me

Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)

[Kid Ink]

Just trynna have a fun time
Middle finger up to the one time
Fist to my niggas on the front line
Shades out, we gon' shine
Yeah, see us
Just ball in my sneakas
They ain't gettin money like a pre-nun
See it goin around, tea cups
G thing, Travie got her in her G-string
And I could make her sing like T-Pain
Let me give you the game now

[Hook]
I'mma tell you what a G told me
Cash rules everything around me
Gotta get that dough till there ain't no more
Gotta stack that dough till ya bank done fold

I'mma show you what a nigga showed me
Put your middle finger up and scream fuck the police
Fuck smelling good gotta stank on me
Fuck a credit card gotta bank on me

Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)

[Kid Ink]
Live by the G code
On another level get a cheat code
Keep it 100, c note
Party everywhere that we go
Oh uh alright
Bat gang, up all night
Nigh night night
See, everything ain't what it seem, but

[Chorus]
I'mma tell you what a G told me
Cash rules everything around me
Gotta get that dough till there ain't no more
Gotta stack that dough till ya bank done fold

I'mma show you what a nigga showed me
Put your middle finger up and scream fuck the police
Fuck smelling good gotta stank on me
Fuck a credit card gotta bank on me

Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah

 

[fox69]

"Like A Hott Boyy"
(feat. Young Thug and Bricc Baby Shitro)

"Like A Hott Boyy"
(feat. Young Thug and Bricc Baby Shitro)



[Intro: Young Thug]
Metro Boomin' wants some more nigga

[Hook: Kid Ink & Young Thug]
I just pull up to the spot boy
Like I'm fresh up off the lot boy
Niggas say I do a lot boy
Cause I'm spending cash money like a Hott Boy
Stop thinking you the man, cause you not boy
You be looking like them cops boy
See you bitch and I bet she getting copped boy
Cause I'm spending cash money like a Hott Boy

[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
Big time, big time, I'm feeling fresh as Mannie
Ever since I told them bitches put aside your panties
Show me somethin', it' ain't nothin' but a couple grams
Sippin' on this champagne, smack her with my other hand boy
I just pull up on the scene and never seen shit
But I still feel like a bum
Cause ain't no place and ain't no ceiling in here
Side niggas hating bitches blocking like Kareem and him
Rolling with this nigga here, everything you dream is real
Please believe me we do this shit for no reason
Baby welcome to the fast life, switch gears now I'm spinnin'
In my lane, Ruff Rydin' like the LOX boy
Stop drop, shut 'em down, open up shop boy

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
Hunnids, fifties, I just flip 'em every mornin'
Like they pancakes in the kitchen
See me dripping, see me pourin'
Cut the gas then I floor it, pull up to the spot
They aiming for the target, I'm Kennedy in the drop

[Verse 3: Bricc Baby Shitro]
Everybody get your roll on, smash smash nigga
Cash money, cash money, talkin' fast fast bitch
Guerilla warfare but Juveniles gon' smash nigga
Pull up to the spot with 200 on the dash, damn
The AP done nearly broke my wrist
I whip it fast, whip it fast, I gave my wrist a ticket
When you hear that "brrr brrr", know I got no chickens
I took some bands on your head and then you leave my hood

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Young Thug]
Cash money, Young gettin' that cash money
Supercharger on the 'Vette now I look like a crash dummy
$50,000 on a Porsche, she ain't said nothin'
Hey, yeah nigga I became a breadwinner
I've never said nothing for the fetty, can I rub ya?
Foreign shoes they give me bunions
I blowin' O's like a Funyun
ABC, all about cummin'
Nigga cannot act tough, know he not boy
You my target, with a dot on your eye boy
I'ma buy, I'm not leasing it
I though my dick gon' feature it
I'm in Memphis, no Bleek, lil bitch
Hammer, I don't want keep the bitch
I'm screaming the tech game
And I got birds you know the rest man, rap game

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Live It Up"
(feat. Mann)

"Live It Up"
(feat. Mann)



[Chorus]
Yeah, I ain’t got a care in the world tonight
We ain't really worry about nothing
Had a long day, all my life, I’ve been waiting for this moment
So I gotta live it up, live it up, live live it up
Live it up, live it up, live live it up
Live it up, live it up, live live it up
Live it up, live it up, live live it up

[Verse 1 - Kid Ink]
Ok, bitch what’s happening,
Heard your boyfriend sheep like plastic
We ain't in the same demographic
You know I gotta do a Jurassic
Now, toast to the young and the reckless
No drama like the young and the restless
Thank God then I roll up breakfast
Fat boy roll a second
Hello, good night,
Might, tip her if she look right
Just keep on dancing, money talking
I keep on rambling
Elephant in the room I’m amit?
I’m a take my chances, go hard or go home
It could just be the Patron but

[Chorus]
I ain’t got a care in the world tonight
We ain't really worry about nothing
Had a long day, all my life, I’ve been waiting for this moment
So I gotta live it up, live it up, live live it up
Live it up, live it up, live live it up
Live it up, live it up, live live it up
Live it up, live it up, live live it up

[Verse 2 - Mann]
Living it up, see me shaded up in the cut
Women with us with a little something in my cup
Not giving a fuck, you remember us
Yeah we looking different huh
Cause our dick is, super chi
Hella racks, what I’ma do with these?
Spend it all on fast cars, clothes and jewelry
I’m a do it like I do my trees blew
She foolish if she ask ? like 2 or 3
But everybody who knows what’s up, they know what’s up
They see that BBMCG and they know it’s us
We toast it, for our success,
So pour a cup and put it up for the og’s
Who did it before us
For all the all homies who passed that be getting this cake
And every inhale I take say I did it for Nate
Life is too short so every day, we celebrate like it’s our last day

[Chorus]
I ain’t got a care in the world tonight
We ain't really worry about nothing
Had a long day, all my life, I’ve been waiting for this moment
So I gotta live it up, live it up, live live it up
Live it up, live it up, live live it up
Live it up, live it up, live live it up
Live it up, live it up, live live it up

[Kid Ink]
Yeah, like it ain’t no tomorrow
I’m just trying to forget my sorrow
Stand on the waist with my hand on the bottle
Tell ‘em dream or die is the motto
Up all night no sleep till the morning
Really wish I could seize this moment
Hi to the haters, greet my opponents
If you ain’t already know this

I ain’t got a care in the world tonight
We ain't really worry about nothing
Had a long day, all my life, I’ve been waiting for this moment
So I gotta live it up, live it up, live live it up
Live it up, live it up, live live it up
Live it up, live it up, live live it up
Live it up, live it up, live live it up

 

[fox69]

"Loaded"
(feat. K-Shawn & Hardhead)

"Loaded"
(feat. K-Shawn & Hardhead)



You can tell I ain't even try to fit in,
Probably somewhere you can't even get it,
Don't try, we gonna be here for a minute,
Tell 'em I ain't leaving till late finish, and

I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm loaded,
Loaded, I'm loaded, four shots in and
I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm loaded,
Loaded, I'm loaded, where should I begin?

Gotta find it in a drill, my niggas got it, still
Real with the real, my DJ even I'll.
In column wheel, beat from Jahlil,
Screaming my mind, but ain't no Johnny I'll.
Got it any hard, I pop it any set,
I wish a nigga would've put his life to the test.
I made it God's grace to say I'm turning late,
We're like jaded on my aye, separate make a G.
I should go before the sun up, welcome back tutter,
Probably fly trotter, fly a litter faller.
I'm all about my twat, and there I wanna vet,
Stupid say I'm sick, I call it a shack.

You can tell I ain't even try to fit in,
Probably somewhere you can't even get it,
Don't try, we gonna be here for a minute,
Tell 'em I ain't leaving till late finish, and

I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm loaded,
Loaded, I'm loaded, four shots in and
I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm loaded,
Loaded, I'm loaded, where should I begin?

Knocking down your door like Avon,
Sign niggas, now we ain't playing.
Ready to go, tell 'em they don't have to wait on,
See me with the prepare hood, niggas they don't have to trade on.
Your boy fresh in a dope boy hat,
With a pitch of perfect bitch, come and get a codac.
I don't need a cosign period cotext,
They stop to my house and got a Rolex.

You can tell I ain't even try to fit in,
Fuck all the politicians in the city.
Later on they gonna say a nigga get in
Pocket full of hundreds and I'm feeling like a milli.

You can tell I ain't even try to fit in,
Probably somewhere you can't even get it,
Don't try, we gonna be here for a minute,
Tell 'em I ain't leaving till late finish, and

I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm loaded,
Loaded, I'm loaded, four shots in and
I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm loaded,
Loaded, I'm loaded, where should I begin?

I'm in this black air heesy, straight to Givenchy,
Gold chains on racks hanging from my pocket.
My whole team's winning, losing never was an option,
That's why your bitch's here and leaves with her head popping.
I be going in, here we go again, ain't got to ask no question, though.
Bottles from out that roof, sparkle right on my whole section
Bitch, you know I am out of marley, probably off a tooth,
All black, probably killing scenes where youth.
Standing in the line while I'm standing on a sofa,
Pussy popping like the paparazzi camera when they saw me.
Might not see tomorrow, so tonight I tear the shit closer,
Part might feel my boy's caps and a glass of more Patron.

You can tell I ain't even try to fit in,
Probably somewhere you can't even get it,
Don't try, we gonna be here for a minute,
Tell 'em I ain't leaving till late finish, and

I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm loaded,
Loaded, I'm loaded, four shots in and
I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm loaded,
Loaded, I'm loaded, where should I begin?

 

[fox69]

"Lost In The Sauce"

"Lost In The Sauce"



Man I hear these niggas talk
When I see em but they don't really say it all
But we ain't really feelin yall
Anyway man I swear that they fuckin lost
Lost, in the sauce
They fuckin lost, lost in the sauce
They fuckin lost, lost
And I been tryna play it off
But somebody needs to tell em who they really are

And tell em what I'm really bout
From the bottom nobody there to dig me out
All these gold diggin hoes on a nigga now
Tell her take it to the floor baby sit it down
Way before the rap nigga
I would barely wave to these whack niggas
But now I see em all with they hands out
Like a diver, I let em all drown
(eeggghhhhh)
I'm yellin out
Reportin live somewhere on a cloud
World wide but these niggas know I'm west bound
Everybody takin shots lemme get a round
Talkin shit I'll plunge a muhfucka
At the top come bungie with a muhfucka
Up all night fuck who the rest is
Bet your girlfriend know who the best is

Man I hear these niggas talk
When I see em but they don't really say it all
But we ain't really feelin yall
Anyway man I swear that they fuckin lost
Lost, in the sauce
They fuckin lost, lost in the sauce
They fuckin lost, lost
And I been tryna play it off
But somebody needs to tell em who they really are

They come and try to tell me that its hype now
Hollywood they ain't ready for my lifestyle
Money talk I don't care how it might sound
Put your ears to the ground hear me comin down, like a stampede
Live the fast life, of a celebrity
These niggas ain't won shit why they celebratin
On a whole nother level on the elevator
Got em lookin to the sky see me high up
Finally everything I desired
Is in my hands, seen so many niggas lose it
Over this bullshit
No aim shootin for the stars with a full clip
Now they tryna get they hands in my pot
Lost in the sauce meatball problems
Swear I can't take no more of the nonsense
Tell em that I'm ready for the consequence, BITCH

Man I hear these niggas talk
When I see em but they don't really say it all
But we ain't really feelin yall
Anyway man I swear that they fuckin lost
Lost, in the sauce
They fuckin lost, lost in the sauce
They fuckin lost, lost
And I been tryna play it off
But somebody needs to tell em who they really are