[Verse 1: KYLE]
Alright well she thinks I'm in love right
Well, I mean, fuck
I shouldn't of gave her that hug, right?
When it comes down to it
Every girl in the world wants me though
Nigga I can look good in a speedo
No lie I can see it in her eyes
She wants D.i.K
From K.i.D doe
Way on top of my A game
Everyone else way lame
Your style has been gone
You arrived on that late train
You think your cool
Like fake chains
Niggas ain't foreally doe
And ain't nobody fuckin' with you
Fake brands of cereal
And I know
What these girls think
They can just fuck with my brain
And Make me do what they say
But they can't
I know
Cuz I'm way on top of my flow
And shes has nuthing that's inside
So I'm out the window
Yeah
I don't do really girls
Who do nuthin but gossip
Try to say some nice things
Your breath stinks
When you talk shit
And thats real

[Verse 2: KYLE]
Alright well it's K dot i dot D dot damn
Niggas know that I'm so for real
I always kill
And I'm always trill
And I'm always something these niggas feel
I am way up over your head still
I'm stacked up with bread still
Youre headed nowhere
Like running on a treadmill
Niggas FxL is my team yo
Nuthin comes In between bro
Super Mitch and Super Chris
Theyre all addicted to weed though
I am addicted to Gettin it by any and all means
I'm not addicted to girls
But they're addicted to me
Maybe because I got sumthing inside
K.i.D is a hell of a guy
Youre hell of irrelevant
Dealing with I
I'm Super Duper
Nigga right
..... Right?
Oh yeah
Skinny niggas runnin' shit

Im the fuckin' best that's ever fuckin' lived in life haha

TEXAS HAUS! TRILL NIGHA!

CHOP & SCREW DAT, SUPER DUP THAT! AGH!