Weight Up - Soldier Kidd

Come on, yeah, come on, yeah

Triple-X, yeah, Triple-X

You don’t wanna fly with me, I’m too fly to be in the city

Got a drop top, ain’t no Barbie, but I’m ballin' like I’m Kenny

Nigga pinchin' for some pennies, I just get it then I spend it

Boy them stolos, we ain’t rent it, I got Polo and some Dickie

And I’m praised just like Ricky, niggas know I came to stack

Plottin' like I came to kick it, girl all on my fuckin' head

Nah I ain’t got no sense, free my lil' whoadie Ted

Oh we finna jump the fence, GTA lifestyle

Bangin' Triple-X, yeah I’m foul, ain’t no ref

In denial 'cause I’m the best, ain’t no trial, I want a death

YNC’ll get 'em whacked, you ain’t bangin' for your set

Tryna beef without no bread, for some fame on Instagram, yeah

I’m a skinny nigga but I got my weight up

Nigga you ain’t wake up, go and get your cake up

You ain’t got no data, what you rappin' made up

Rather take off with that bag before I’m ever famous

Young nigga came from ridin', yeah I used to keep the dust

Now I came for the cash, I don’t trust, I just bust

Yeah I came for his ass, where he at?

Please don’t run

Ah, he ain’t like a bag, came to school with my funds

Bitch I’m booted up, and nigga I ain’t talkin' Timbs

True story like 2Pac, ballin' above the rim, uh

Pool full of money, guess I’m goin' for a swim

See all my niggas ballin' like we was raised in the gym

Hoes bein' shocked when they see me like, «Yeah, it’s him,» uh

Deep off in that water, I done turned into a brim

He tryin' to keep up with me, he better off chasin' Kim

My face real gator like Tebow so call me Tim, uh

Youngest out the camp just to blow and niggas hate it

Even niggas who I thought played the team, they got traded

So fuck it, that’s when shit got cut, I’m talkin' bladed

'Fore I let you try to take what I got, I strip you naked, uh

These rappers out here duckin' from me, like it’s The Matrix, uh

Straw gon' keep the Glock and Lil Nip clutch his three-eighty, uh

'Member we had winter talk in that Mercedes

He locked down doin' time, I’m like free Lil Tracy, yeah

I’m a skinny nigga but I got my weight up

Nigga you ain’t wake up, go and get your cake up

You ain’t got no data, what you rappin' made up

Rather take off with that bag before I’m ever famous

Young nigga came from ridin', yeah I used to keep the dust

Now I came for the cash, I don’t trust, I just bust

Yeah I came for his ass, where he at?

Please don’t run

Ah, he ain’t like a bag, came to school with my funds