(Produced by Kidd Adamz)

If she come round the way,
She might wanna stay,
I can’t make no promises no,
Dancing on her toes,
Like she’s spinning on a pole,
Love it when she drop to the floor,
I might spend a dime,
I might spend a dime on a dime, 
She know she fine,
I might spend a dime on a dime, 
And it’s fine,

She got her head on them bands,
I jump out with them racks in my pants,
I can tell the way she move around,
She never has the time,
It’s better if she’s mines,
But I know can’t commit, 
She say it feel like love,
but don’t know what to make of it 
No, no, no (no, no, no!)
I’m a hopeless romantic with advances
Cash gettin flipped, 
Stacked them on a mattress
Bad bitch, got her ass did,
And she got her masters,
Don’t deal with average,
Think she in Calabasas,
I had to go & ask her,

If she come round the way,
She might wanna stay,
I can’t make no promises no,
Dancing on her toes,
Like she’s spinning on a pole,
Love it when she drop to the floor,
I might spend a dime,
I might spend a dime on a dime, 
She know she fine,
I might spend a dime on a dime, 
And it’s fine,

On & off, faded, 
feel the drugs but can’t taste it,
And the party still goin on, 
Let’s do something & get grown, 
Feel low but I feel great cause the night,
Got you dancing in the lights, 
When you dance slow, 
gotta go & change the tempo,
All in your chest, like I got you out of breath, 
You know I be spending a check, 
When it’s time for the business,
it’s nothing but feelings & sex, 
you know I like gettin you wet (wet)
Ready or not, oh, I still get you right though
This type of love’ll never stop no 

If she come round the way,
She might wanna stay,
I can’t make no promises no,
Dancing on her toes,
Like she’s spinning on a pole,
Love it when she drop to the floor,
I might spend a dime,
I might spend a dime on a dime, 
She know she fine,
I might spend a dime on a dime, 
And it’s fine,

HBK [Freestyle]

(Produced by Cardeo5x & Kidd Adamz)

Don't get left tryna' ride the wave,
nigga ain't even gotta try,
nigga ain't even gotta try,
Yeah,

Link at the lobby eh, hit me when you in the lobby eh,
Game like Atari eh, model bitch from Abu Dhabi, eh,
Hit it like Ali eh, she gorgeous & beautiful body eh,
Wait, just drop ya 10 & I'll drop the pin girl,
You know I'm that guy, 
nigga ain't even gotta try,
Brand new coupe I ride,
Still got my eyes on the prize,
Hoes all on my line,
Now they all on my line,

Skinny dippin' in the pussy, 
she wanna give me that gushy,
Wo, wait,
She suck my dick like she love me,
I just put dick in her soul & dick in her face,
Fiendin' for dick like my condom was laced,
Fiendin' on me cause a young nigga move like the,
Jump on the dick like hydrolics, 
Suck on my dick I might spoil you,
Been in the stu' just recordin',
Sittin' on shit like a toilet,
She took a round, round, round,
Like it's a goin' down, down, down,
Poppin' a pill right now,
Shit gettin' real right now,

Link at the lobby eh, hit me when you in the lobby eh,
Game like Atari eh, model bitch from Abu Dhabi, eh,
Hit it like Ali eh, she gorgeous & beautiful body eh,
Wait, just drop ya 10 & I'll drop the pin girl,
You know I'm that guy, 
nigga ain't even gotta try,
Brand new coupe I ride,
Still got my eyes on the prize,
Hoes all on my line,
Now they all on my line,

Link at the lobby eh, hit me when you in the lobby eh,
Game like Atari eh, model bitch from Abu Dhabi, eh,
Hit it like Ali eh, she gorgeous & beautiful body eh,
Wait, just drop ya 10 & I'll drop the pin girl,
You know I'm that guy, 
nigga ain't even gotta try,
Brand new coupe I ride,
Still got my eyes on the prize,
Hoes all on my line,
Now they all on my line,

Time to play,
Don't get left tryna' ride the wave,
Time to play,
Don't get left tryna' ride the wave,
Time to play,
Don't get left tryna' ride the wave,
Time to play,
Don't get left tryna' ride the wave,

Who U Wit (feat. Zoey Dollaz)

(Produced by Kidd Adamz)

Hustle all day, party all night,
Blow a couple 1000s,
Make it all back & make it all happen,
Hustle all day, party all night,
Get it started all night, 
Now we on it all night,
Is you on what we on?
Is you on what we on?
Is you on what we on?
Is you on what we on?

I know a girl named Mercedes,
And now she drive a Mercedes,
Said I was born in the 90s,
But I got swag like the 80s,
Said that she throwin’ a function,
Asked if I’m comin’, said maybe,
She said boy stop being lazy,
I said I’ll cum if you make me,
Tell me somethin’ that’ll make me wanna,
Pull up on you & come take you under,
I got bottles & my niggas with me,
You ain’t think that I’d be ready for you?
DJ playin’ all the hottest hits,
Lotta weed, got alotta liq,
On them pills I got alotta them,
With some bitches I’m a slide with them,

When I’m off the liq, it’s legit that I’m lit,
Never worried ‘bout no nigga,
Cause my dog with the shit,
Pull up on you 20 deep,
With the squad, that’s the click,
Turn up like we on a bean,
Cop them packs, then we flip,
I swear all we do is, 

Hustle all day, party all night,
Blow a couple 1000s,
Make it all back & make it all happen,
Hustle all day, party all night,
Get it started all night, 
Now we on it all night,
Is you on what we on?
Is you on what we on?
Is you on what we on?
Is you on what we on?

Just copped a pack right now,
Now I’m tryna’ get back right now,
Walkin’ with the sack right now,
I can tell you where it’s at right now,
Everybody wanna be the Man,
Then they change up every season and,
Tryna’ talk like they competin’ man,
I don’t see ‘em, I just see the paper,
You don’t see that, nigga see you later,
Pack singin’ like Anita Baker,
I’m just hustlin’ I don’t need no favors,
Shawty hit me like she need a favor,
She just want a lil’ me inside her,
Come to think, man I ain’t need a bracelet,
I ain’t even get to realize it,

When I’m off the liq, it’s legit that I’m lit,
Never worried ‘bout no nigga,
Cause my dog with the shit,
Pull up on you 20 deep,
With the squad, that’s the click,
Turn up like we on a bean,
Cop them packs, then we flip,
I swear all we do is, 

Hustle all day, party all night,
Blow a couple 1000s,
Make it all back & make it all happen,
Hustle all day, party all night,
Get it started all night, 
Now we on it all night,
Is you on what we on?
Is you on what we on?
Is you on what we on?
Is you on what we on?

Day & Night (Prod. Kidd Adamz)

Yea-eeyeah,
Yea-eeyeah,
Ball & shine, we ball & shine,
Ball & shine, yea-yeah,
(Bitch I got the dank)
Ball & shine, we ball & shine,
No ain’t callin’ 9,
Yea, yeah!

We ball & shine, I’m all for mines,
I ball for mines, that’s all the time, 
We ball & shine, we ball & shine,

Think I’m tapped, 
Trappin’ off my iPhone,
Bad lil’ bitch, she from the ‘ville 
I got my eyes on,
Had to double back on her,
Like a styrofoam,
I ain’t no plumber,
But I had to lay the pipe on,
I’m with some Slime’s, 
I feel like a fuckin’ python,
I fuck her good to my shit, 
Said it’s the right song,
Fuck in the dark, 
But with my ice it’s like the lights on,
I keep it player with these hoes, I only like one,
A lady during the day,
And slutty when the night comes,
Been got her number,
Peeped her bitin’ like she Tyson,
I treat the game like parenthood,
These niggas my sons,
I’m partin’ ways, 
So let bygones be bygones,

We ball & shine, I’m all for mines,
I ball for mines, that’s all the time, 
We ball & shine, we ball & shine,
We ball & shine, that’s all the time,
We call the shots, no, ain’t callin’ 9,
We ball & shine, we ball & shine,

They say Kidd ain’t really poppin’,
I say boy you crazy,
I can’t wait to get my mama,
That brand new Mercedes,
They don’t see you doin’ nothin’,
They assume you lazy,
I don’t even tell ‘em nothin’
I don’t entertain ‘em,
Call me Kidd but bet that bitch, 
Gon’ suck me up like an adult,
Hop up in that whip, suck my dick,
Don’t wanna’ hear you talk,
I just want you lick on my tip,
So why you gotta talk?
You wasn’t fuckin’ with the Kidd before,
But now you wanna’ talk?
It’s a’ight, I play bitches,
How they think they playin’ me,
Get yo’ pretty ass spinned,
Tryna’ get yo’ way with me,
I know shawty’ tryna’ fuck,
Now I can’t even wait & see,
Have her bussin’ like a K,
When a young nigga lay the D,
That’s real,

We ball & shine, I’m all for mines,
I ball for mines, that’s all the time, 
We ball & shine, we ball & shine,
We ball & shine, that’s all the time,
We call the shots, no, ain’t callin’ 9,
We ball & shine, we ball & shine,

(Produced by Kidd Adamz)

Ball & Shyne

(Produced by Stan Lane)
(Recorded & Mixed by Kidd Adamz)

So much pain in me yeah,
I came up from the block, 
So the game in me yeah,
You switchin’ lanes on me yeah,
How you ridin’ for a nigga if you ain’t even here?
I put my heart into this shit, no days off,
I push to start & hit the gas until it paid off,
You ain’t the same with me yeah,
Got some money,
Now you think this shit changin’ me yeah,

But I ball everyday, 
Keep that money all in my face,
See ‘em all, they just hate,
I could see it all in they face, uh,
But I still ball everyday,
I once called you my dawg, but you fake,
Keep it calm, play it safe,
I can’t have ‘em all in my face,

I still got that L by my waist,
I can’t let them shells go to waste,
They try to pull me over, it’s a chase,
I can’t go to jail, fuck a case, yeah,
Been down, I been down,
Even when they opted out, I been ‘round,
See the Kidd up top, now they come ‘round,
Ball from sun up to sun down,
What the lick read? What’s the play?
I just wanna ride in a Ferrari for the day,
Same niggas left me tried to eat up on my plate,
Ain’t no time for chillin’, 
Can’t you see I’m on a race,
Hit that nitro in that bitch, 
Press that gas on ‘em,
My nigga Syko in that bitch, 
He might just spazz on ya’,
You take a life here in this click?
That’s like a bag on you,
You put your life into this shit,
You put that rag on you, yeah, 

So much pain in me yeah,
I came up from the block, 
So the game in me yeah,
You switchin’ lanes on me yeah,
How you ridin’ for a nigga if you ain’t even here?
I put my heart into this shit, no days off,
I push to start & hit the gas until it paid off,
You ain’t the same with me yeah,
Got some money,
Now you think this shit changin’ me yeah,

But I ball everyday, 
Keep that money all in my face,
See ‘em all, they just hate,
I could see it all in they face, uh,
But I still ball everyday,
I once called you my dawg, but you fake,
Keep it calm, play it safe,
I can’t have ‘em all in my face,

So much pain in me yeah,
I came up from the block, 
So the game in me yeah,
You switchin’ lanes on me yeah,
How you ridin’ for a nigga if you ain’t even here?
I put my heart into this shit, no days off,
I push to start & hit the gas until it paid off,
You ain’t the same with me yeah,
Got some money,
Now you think this shit changin’ me yeah,

But I ball everyday, 
Keep that money all in my face,
See ‘em all, they just hate,
I could see it all in they face, uh,
But I still ball everyday,
I once called you my dawg, but you fake,
Keep it calm, play it safe,
I can’t have ‘em all in my face,

MoZZy Flo (Prod. Stan Lane)

(Produced by Kidd Adamz)
(Recorded & Mixed by Kidd Adamz)

Alexander Wang, 
Got blue cheese up in my pockets,
Water on my chain drip like water from a faucet,
Pull up in a Range,
With 2 white girls & they awesome, 
They both gave me brain last night,
And it was awesome,

She gon undress, what she do it for?
She in that sundress, that’s her uniform,
I’m in that Jag’ drivin’ fast, 
Tryna’ duck the law,
And if she braggin’ ‘bout a bag, 
Then she fuckin’ for it, 
I know that bitch want a check,
I told that bitch drop the neck,
I hit that bitch from the back,
Wet, all of my diamonds just wet,
Look at that shit? That shit wet,
I just got me a new jwét,
On the labby tryna’ get me a play,
Nigga talkin’ tryna run up my plate,
Ain’t ‘bout money get the fuck out my face,
For my nigga I’ll pull up with the K,
Hit the road & go run up the money,
Ain’t a joke when it come to the money,
She a hoe, she gon’ cum for the money,
Fucked up, doin’ blow on $100,
I might go run up them bands today,
Balenciaga’s & Van’s today,
Hit me a lick on ya man’s today,
Get rich & throw the free bands away,
Hoes on my dick & I ain’t even rich,
Mami got wet & I ain’t even drip,
Beat up the pussy then roll up a spliff,
Then go back to hustlin’ & shit,

Alexander Wang, 
Got blue cheese up in my pockets,
Water on my chain drip like water from a faucet,
Pull up in a Range,
With 2 white girls & they awesome, 
They both gave me brain last night
And it was awesome,
Alexander Wang, 
Got blue cheese up in my pockets,
Water on my chain drip like water from a faucet,
Pull up in a Range,
With 2 white girls & they awesome, 
They both gave me brain last night
And it was awesome,

Young nigga blow them bands,
And it make it right back like I’m supposed to,
Thick lil’ bitch from the city,
She gon’ eat me up like soul food,
Rollin’ on a cloud, ‘bout to turn up just like Goku,
I’m rollin’ up the loud, 
Don’t talk money? I can show you,
Oh shit, whippin’ up the potion,
Fuck her like we slow stickin’,
Movin’ in slow motion,
Nigga I had to go get it, I ain’t had no option,
Now that money droppin’, 
Damn this shit so awesome,
Shout out Play Picasso, shout my nigga D-Rok,
Playin’ with them keys, 
Now they can’t wait til them keys drop,
Spittin’ that coke, no re-rock,
Water on my wrist, no G-Shock,
Niggas switched up on me, 
Like fuck ‘em I don’t need y’all,
Niggas bit my hand off,
Like I ain’t never feed y’all,
But it’s cool, I peep y’all,
Let’s keep that on the streets dog,
Better not run down, 
You know you’ll get gun down,
I love that gun sound, yeah, I love that gun sound,

Alexander Wang, 
Got blue cheese up in my pockets,
Water on my chain drip like water from a faucet,
Pull up in a Range,
With 2 white girls & they awesome, 
They both gave me brain last night
And it was awesome,
Alexander Wang, 
Got blue cheese up in my pockets,
Water on my chain drip like water from a faucet,
Pull up in a Range,
With 2 white girls & they awesome, 
They both gave me brain last night
And it was awesome,

AWËSÔMË! (Prod. Kidd Adamz)

(Produced by Kidd Adamz)
(Recorded & Mixed by Kidd Adamz)

Yeah, yeah, no-no-no-no,

VVS diamonds, freeze ‘em like timing,
Red light bitches peep the green light shinin’,
Swear I got the sauce, baby girl you can’t deny it,
I know you wanna try it, she might let me try it,

It’s 5 in the morning, how the fuck you horny?
I’m a still get on ya’, buss’ it just like pornstars,
Hit yo’ club we goin’ up, like you owin’ us,
Bad bitches just on us, 
But we know they dishonest,
My homie whip the baby, he born in the 80’s,
I’m born in the 90’s, my lil’ niggas crazy,
That bitch think she played me,
Hoe, you’ll never play me, 
I hop right out the Benzo & jump in a Mercedes,
Ballin’ like McGrady, I know these niggas shady,
I don’t want no small talk, 
Fuck you niggas, pay me,
Ridin’ with that Tomahawk, 
Trim you like you faded,
Fry you like some KFC, hit you with a 8 piece,

VVS diamonds, freeze ‘em like timing,
Red light bitches peep the green light shinin’,
Swear I got the sauce, baby girl you can’t deny it,
I know you wanna try it, she might let me try it,

—

VVS diamonds, freeze ‘em like timing,
Red light bitches peep the green light shinin’,
Swear I got the sauce, baby girl you can’t deny it,
I know you wanna try it, she might let me try it,
VVS diamonds, freeze ‘em like timing,
Red light bitches peep the green light shinin’,
Swear I got the sauce, baby girl you can’t deny it,
I know you wanna try it, she might let me try it,

—

VVS diamonds, freeze ‘em like timing,
Red light bitches peep the green light shinin’,
Swear I got the sauce, baby girl you can’t deny it,
I know you wanna try it, she might let me try it,
VVS diamonds, freeze ‘em like timing,
Red light bitches peep the green light shinin’,
Swear I got the sauce, baby girl you can’t deny it,
I know you wanna try it, she might let me try it,

VVS DIĀMÕNDZ [Interlude] (Prod. Kidd Adamz)

(Produced by Audio Jones)
(Recorded & Mixed by Kidd Adamz)

Yeah, yeah, 
Wakin’ up broke but I go to sleep,
Yeah, yeah,
But I go to sleep rich,
(Trap house in the morning)
(Runnin’ up the money)
(I woke up to nothin’)
(Had a nigga hungry)
But I go to sleep rich,

I just want the check, 
Put that on my set, put that on my set,
Got this glacier on my neck,
Niggas hate you when you next,
Yeah, they hate you when you next, yeah, 
Wakin’ up, wakin’ up, wakin’ up rich,
I go to sleep broke, go to sleep, 
But I’m wakin’ up rich,

Way I flip the work on the block, shit incredible, 
Get high on a plane,
Then I jump right out a parachute,
Pull up on yo’ block with them sticks,
Then embarrass you, 
And when I leave the crib, 
Mama tell me just be careful,
Wasn’t comin’ home then, I was out there hustlin’,
When I had my own bread, niggas told me cut it,
Remember I was broke then, 
Niggas showed me nothin’,
So just know when that bread drop,
Then it’s motherfuck ‘em,
Littest nigga in the function, fuck an introduction, 
Audio on that beat drop, 
Just in case you wonderin’,
Young niggas make that heat pop, 
Just for lookin’ funny,
You won’t hear nothin’ from me, 
Unless it sound like money, yeah, 

Wakin’ up broke but I go to sleep,
But I go to sleep rich,
(Trap house in the morning)
(Runnin’ up the money)
(I woke up to nothin’)
(Had a nigga hungry)
But I go to sleep rich,

I just want the check, 
Put that on my set, put that on my set,
Got this glacier on my neck,
Niggas hate you when you next,
Yeah, they hate you when you next, yeah, 
Wakin’ up, wakin’ up, wakin’ up rich,
I go to sleep broke, go to sleep, 
But I’m wakin’ up rich,

She say this her damn song,
Then she went & popped it, 
I could see her damn thong,
Then she went & dropped it,
Got me on her ringtone, favorite song, Bonita,
This right here yo’ anthem, you can call me Papi,
Beat it up like Rocky, beat it up like Ali,
Hit it in the backseat, I forgot the car keys,
Drunker than a bitch but my wallet in my pocket,
If I ain’t gettin’ rich,
Nigga what the fuck you call this?
Trap house in the morning, runnin’ up the money,
I woke up to nothin’, had a nigga hungry,
Woke up tryna’ get it, now im countin’ 100’s,
All I see, blue benji’s, couple 5’s & 20’s,
Couple 5’s & 20’s,

Wakin’ up broke, but I go to sleep rich,
But I go to sleep rich,

I just want the check, 
Put that on my set, put that on my set,
Got this glacier on my neck,
Niggas hate you when you next,
Yeah, they hate you when you next, yeah, 
Wakin’ up, wakin’ up, wakin’ up rich,
I go to sleep broke, go to sleep, 
But I’m wakin’ up rich,

Wakin’ up, wakin’ up, wakin’ up,
I go to sleep broke, go to sleep, 
But I’m wakin’ up rich,

GÔ 2 SLÊÊP RÏCH (Prod. Audio Jones)

(Produced by Stan Lane)
(Recorded & Mixed by Kidd Adamz)


I got that guap on me, ehem,
Yeah,

Still get the work from my Oye,
He gave me the OK & said he reloaded,
Ride thru the hood like a soldier,
I turn the stick over, that bitch get to totin’,
Stack like Monopoly, I got the guap on me,
I know these boys wanna’ copy me,
Use to hit robberies, now I’m the one that she call,
When she just wanna’ kick it, no soccer cleats,

Ridin’ in a fishbowl, smokin’ on Citgo,
Splittin’ thru the lanes like wishbones,
Still got big load, money don’t sit low,
Old school trappin’ like flip phones, (brppp)
I’ll call ya’ back, 
Fuck her one time & don’t call her back,
The money is callin’ back, 
Lil’ boy boy boy, what you callin’ that?

I’m talkin’ money nigga, uh,
I’m talkin’ money nigga, uh,
I’m talkin’ money nigga, uh,
I’m talkin’ money nigga, uh,
The money keep comin’ nigga,
The money keep comin’ nigga, uh,
The money keep comin’ nigga,
The money keep comin’ nigga, uh,

I’m talkin’ money nigga, uh,
I’m talkin’ money nigga, uh,
I’m talkin’ money nigga, uh,
I’m talkin’ money nigga, uh,
The money keep comin’ nigga,
The money keep comin’ nigga, uh,
The money keep comin’ nigga,
The money keep comin’, 

We robbed the kid who delivered the word,
Nigga, we cold like December the 1st,
Yeah boy you ‘bout it, you caught you a body,
But don’t think that you can’t get 10 in ya’ shirt,
I’m in her mouth & my hand in her skirt,
Nigga, I make me a grand when I burp,
I just be rollin’ that planet, that herb,
Hop off the plane & I land in a vert,
Dade County nigga, I’m bangin’ that Purp,
I know some youngin’s spray on that Syrup,
Pick up the pack, hit the bando & work,
Phone get to ringin’ like Amber Alerts, (hello?)
It’s gettin’ hot in here,
How many weapons they got in here?
Shit if you ask, it’s a lot in here,
Don’t know how many we brought in here, (damn!)

Ridin’ in a fishbowl, smokin’ on Citgo,
Splittin’ thru the lanes like Wishbone,
Still got big load, money don’t sit low,
Old school trappin’ like flip phones, (brppp, hello?)
I’ll call ya’ back, 
Fuck her one time & don’t call her back,
The money is callin’ back, 
Lil’ boy boy boy, what you callin’ that?

I’m talkin’ money nigga, uh,
I’m talkin’ money nigga, uh,
I’m talkin’ money nigga, uh,
I’m talkin’ money nigga, uh,
The money keep comin’ nigga,
The money keep comin’ nigga, uh,
The money keep comin’ nigga,
The money keep comin’ nigga, uh,

I’m talkin’ money nigga, uh,
I’m talkin’ money nigga, uh,
I’m talkin’ money nigga, uh,
I’m talkin’ money nigga, uh,
The money keep comin’ nigga,
The money keep comin’ nigga, uh,
The money keep comin’ nigga,
The money keep comin’, 

You can’t say grindin’ is bad for my health,
Don’t give a fuck like a chastity belt,
Don’t know why niggas is mad at me for,
Ain’t gettin’ no money be mad at yourself,
I was that book in the back of the shelf,
Now these bitches wanna read me, but I ain’t easy,
I can come off a angel,
Then I fuck on that bitch like a demon,
She want my semen, heart is so cold I’m anemic, 
Breakin’ her heart for no reason,
Pardon my sleazin’, I just need top when I need it,
Money way better than she is,
Switch up my bitch by the season,
If she talkin’ ‘bout weddings, she geekin’,
We just link up on them weekends,
And on them nights when I’m creepin’,
Ballin like 2K, Kicks? Pushin’ like Lupe,
Smoke weed, don’t trip, no suitcase,
New bills, new money, all blue face, (ching!)
I want that shit everyday, (yeah)
I want that shit everyday, (yuh!)
I’m talkin’ that twin money,
I’m talkin’ that Mary Kate,
I’m talkin’ them new fronts,
Shit that might give you the goosebumps,
Shit that might just make the roof jump, 
Press on a button the coupe jump, (Errt!)
I wanna pull off in a new Ferrari,
Vet in the game like a new Atari,
Don’t need a nigga to do it for me,
I ain’t never did & if you do, I’m sorry,

TÂLKÏN $$$ (Prod. Stan Lane)

(Produced by CMuney)
(Recorded & Mixed by Kidd Adamz)

We could go 1 for 1, 
I see niggas in the shade watchin’,
Bad bitches wearin’ swimsuits at the beach,
I could see your bae watchin’,
Sayin’ shit she don’t say often,
You sneak dissin’ but ain’t name droppin’,
It’s like we listen to Korean music,
How my niggas really keep the K poppin’,
Really ain’t for the fame either,
Thought I’d rather be a gang leader,
Wrist look like a snow globe,
And my ears froze & my chain freezer,
Nigga ball like my name Frieza,
Shootin’ niggas with the same heater,
You won’t hear me spittin’ bars 
On a nigga song ‘less it’s a paid feature,

I told you niggas I’m 1 of 1,
I knew that bitch was a ton of fun,
Chewin’ me up like some bubble gum,
Bottles, I got me a couple ‘em,
Hoes in the whip it’s bundle ‘em,
Dope in the whip like we smuggled ‘em,
Pull up & you could just smell the gas,
Whip sittin’ low you could tell it’s fast,
I’m tryna’ get me that cheddar fast,
If I spend it ain’t nothin’ to get it back,
Niggas be talkin’ ‘bout showin’ love,
But ain’t fuck with me then, that’s a bigger tax,
When I lowered the case, them niggas capped,
Now I’m blowin a J in a hellcat,
On my block nigga, yeah that’s where hell at,
But we smokin’ the gas, you smell that?
All I want is a pair of Balenciagas,
Just to give to a youngin’ that never got ‘em,
Young nigga fly like a leer jet,
But the choppa’ be spittin’ like helicopters,
Niggas be movin’ them big packs,
If you say that you want it you better cop it,
All I be spittin’ is big facts, 
If you get on your hustle don’t ever stop it,
I’m a man of my word like Tony M,
I cannot do no more phony friends,
Cut off some folks in the last chapter, huh,
That ain’t where the story ends,
Nigga been trappin’ since Crank Dat, yeah,
I move with them soldiers, boy,
Carry the bread with the toaster, boy,
Nigga pull up where you posted, boy,
I feel like I’m Lowry,
Hop on the wave, Safari, (slatt)
Stuntin’ on niggas, ain’t sorry,
Bad yellow bitch, look like Cardi,
She brought her friend for the party,
It’s just one of those nights,
It’s just one of those nights,

We could go 1 for 1, 
I see niggas in the shade watchin’,
Bad bitches wearin’ swimsuits at the beach,
I could see your bae watchin’,
Sayin’ shit she don’t say often,
You sneak dissin’ but ain’t name droppin’,
It’s like we listen to Korean music,
How my niggas really keep the K poppin’,
Really ain’t for the fame either,
Thought I’d rather be a gang leader,
Wrist look like a snow globe,
And my ears froze & my chain freezer,
Nigga ball like my name Frieza,
Shootin’ niggas with the same heater,
You won’t hear me spittin’ bars 
On a nigga song ‘less it’s a paid feature,

1 of 1 (Prod. CMuney)

(Prod. By CMuney)
(Recorded & Mixed by Kidd Adamz)

Got more drip than a faucet, yeah,
On the go, ain’t no stoppin’, yeah,
Got the coupe in the front of the club,
Ain’t no valet, but I park it, yeah,
She gon’ kick it like soccer, yeah, 
And she heard that I’m poppin’, yeah,
Like I won me a Oscar, yeah, yeah, 

Shrimp, steak, with the salmon,
I just checked the balance, now I’m balanced,
Gettin’ paper, know how we manage,
Mmm, no, these niggas won’t understand it,
Been away, came back, different tone, same track,
Just to show you that ain’t shit change,
Came back & niggas panicked,
Mmm, gotta show you how to do damage,

I ain’t the 1, we the 1s, 
We don’t surrender or run,
Ain’t no pretendin’ to hop off no porch,
Nigga, we been in the sun,
This is the quality shit that we say:
We just niggas who dyin’ for somethin’,
Let it rip, oh you fryin’ for some?
Rather kill but you dyin’ alone,
Fuck that shit, bring that map to the table,
Poppin’ chemicals, actin’ unstable,
Gotta ‘member I’m runnin’ a label,
Too much trippin, I’m under the grave,
Goin’ up, but I’m watchin’ my steps,
Shit go right then that’s when you get left off,
Niggas smilin’ but hope for my death,
Call ya’ bro then put a knife in ya’ back,
Man, I peep how these niggas be movin’,
Like a dragon I’m movin’ elusive,
With that burner right there like a toaster,
No Osama, I make that shit blow up,
In all black & you know how I show up,
Think they know you from watchin’ you grow up,
Had to cut that shit short like a sow up, 
Yeah, look, I see they tryna’ provoke it,
Niggas against me & that maybe crazy,
If I walked around & ain’t know it, 
But I be peepin’ how niggas be lookin’,
When you say how good you be doin’,
Only a fool would ignore it,
I carry that tool like a sword,
Hop in the coupe like a horse & I floor it, 

Got more drip than a faucet, yeah,
On the go, ain’t no stoppin’, yeah,
Got the coupe in the front of the club,
Ain’t no valet, but I park it, yeah,
She gon’ kick it like soccer, yeah, 
And she heard that I’m poppin’, yeah,
Like I won me a Oscar, yeah, yeah, 

Shrimp, steak, with the salmon,
I just checked the balance, now I’m balanced,
Gettin’ paper, know how we manage,
Mmm, no, these niggas won’t understand it,
Been away, came back, different tone, same track,
Just to show you that ain’t shit change,
Came back & niggas panicked,
Mmm, gotta show you how to do damage,

Got more drip than a faucet, yeah,
On the go, ain’t no stoppin’, yeah,
Got the coupe in the front of the club,
Ain’t no valet, but I park it, yeah,
She gon’ kick it like soccer, yeah, 
And she heard that I’m poppin’, yeah,
Like I won me a Oscar, yeah, yeah, 

Shrimp, steak, with the salmon,
I just checked the balance, now I’m balanced,
Gettin’ paper, know how we manage,
Mmm, no, these niggas won’t understand it,
Been away, came back, different tone, same track,
Just to show you that ain’t shit change,
Came back & niggas panicked,
Mmm, gotta show you how to do damage,

Horsez Don’t Stop (Prod. CMuney)

(Produced by Kidd Adamz)
(Recorded & Mixed by Kidd Adamz)

It’s the same ol’ shit, just a different day,
Tryna’ hustle up so all my niggas get a plate,
We was gettin’ it, but now it’s in a bigger way,
Fuck around & put lil’ mama 
On my dinner plate, (mmmmm)
Yeah, it’s the same ol’ click, 
Ain’t no different faces,
I got different colored diamonds,
Like they different races, 
I might pull up in a SRT like I’m a racer, 
Got a .45 with extended clip for altercations,
Got my brand new linen fitted from the alterations,
I know shawty tryna’ peep me what’s her observation?
I’m that nigga, yeah that nigga,
Ain’t no talkin’ about it,
We them niggas with the loud,
That be rockin’ the party, yeah!

No stress, flex & finesse, 
Got a bitch from the ‘jects, walk with a Tec,
Come to the hood we gon’ take yo’ Patek, (Ok!)
That’s on set, yeah, that’s on set,

School ‘em like sensei, 
Lay a nigga, get paid,
Know a chick who used to setup shit,
To get her rent paid, 
It’s a dirty world, no? and I prefer the world cold, 
I’m the type of nigga keep a heater in my fur coat,
Since money came in, I ain’t tryn’ be famous,
Fuck a job, but I’m all about my payment,
Got a bag, and this shit ain’t been the same since,
And I ain’t ‘finna let nobody come & change it,
Cruisin’ on the block like Tom, with the big gat,
Deep fry a nigga, walkin’ ‘round with a Big Mac,
I took a nigga bitch & he ain’t gettin’ his bitch back,
Blowin’ up her phone, tryna’ find where his bitch at,
I swear I never changed up,
Even when they thought,
The money moves would change us, 
Kept it a dollar, 
Doin’ my dirt, & throwin’ my gang up,
I see you callin’,
It ain’t money? Then I hang up,
And that’s some real shit,
I been on some ill shit, run up a mill shit,
You be on some funny shit, that Key & Peele shit,
These bitches pullin’ homicides, that Kill Bill shit,
If it’s money on the line, then we gon’ deal quick,
It’s the man, it’s the boy, it’s the Kidd,
It’s that rapper that was out here,
Jumpin’ fences as a jit,
I’m just doin’ what I wanna’,
It’s still haters on my dick,
I know ballin’ make ‘em sick,
So now all I make is swish, uh,
Pour the grape juice, Xan & Perc, take two,
When I shoot my shot, 
I be shootin’ from the base too,
P told me niggas are gon’ hate you 
Cause they ain’t you, uh,
You do the shit that niggas can’t do so it’s-,

No stress, flex & finesse, 
Got a bitch from the ‘jects, walk with a Tec,
Come to the hood we gon’ take yo’ Patek, 
That’s on set, yeah, that’s on set,

No stress, flex & finesse, 
Got a bitch from the ‘jects, walk with a Tec,
Come to the hood we gon’ take yo’ Patek,
That’s on set, yeah, that’s on set,

SAMO SAMO (Prod. Kidd Adamz)

(Produced by Kidd Adamz)
(Recorded & Mixed by Kidd Adamz)

(Geekin’, I’m rollin’)
She ridin, 
She ridin, she ridin’, she ridin’, yeah,
She ridin’, I bet she ridin’,
(Geekin’, I’m rollin’)

I keep a bad bitch rollin’ up the cabbage, yeah,
In a whip that’s the fastest, yeah, (skrt, skrt, skrt)
I go skrrt when I’m passin, yeah, (skrt, skrt!)
I be wildin’ out in traffic, yeah, (I swear I do)
Keep a Nina, that’s my firearm, (pyoot!)
Young nigga be rollin’ with no tires on, (yuh!)
Choppa’ spit what’s on my mind like a microphone, 
And my young bitch be strapped,
Like what them dykes be on, (fie, fie!)

And my young nigga he Slime,
And quick to blast it, yeah,
Lay a nigga broad day,
And we ain’t braggin’, yeah, (nah!)
629, sticks up, where the cash is? yeah, (629!)
Feelin’ sick, but I pop Molly like Advils, yeah,
I be geekin’, I’m geekin’, I’m gone,
Me & lil’ mama freakin’ this weekend, it’s on,
Pull up wit’ ‘yo fine ass & we can get grown,
Walk straight thru the door,
And then I started gettin’ dome, 
(Wo, wo, wo!)
Two twin bitches like they clones,
They suckin’ & fuckin’ I had to get ‘em home,
Run that money up, 
Yeah my cheese hot like provolone,
(Wo, wo, wo!) 
Niggas know what we be on,
Fuck what niggas sayin, I know just what you about,
No, we ain’t gon’ talk it out, we gon’ shoot it out,
No, we ain’t gon’ fight it out, we gon’ air it out,
Fuck around, it’s killers with me that don’t play around,
Use to pull them kick doors, I remember that,
Niggas actin’ froggy we gon’ blow his melon back,
Niggas think I’m pussy? I said fuck ‘em, tell ‘em that,
We gon’ send some shots, ain’t no disses mailin’ back,
Girl is you up? It’s 4 in the morning,
But I beat that pussy up, got her moanin’,
She let me fuck & I ain’t need a foreign,
She said that other shit kinda’ borin,
She want them vibes, she know I’m for it,
I can provide it, that’s why I’m slidin’, yeah,
She ‘bout it, she know I’m for it, 
I can provide it, that’s why she slidin’, yeah,

I keep a bad bitch rollin’ up the cabbage, yeah,
In a whip that’s the fastest, yeah, (skrt, skrt, skrt)
I go skrrt when I’m passin, yeah, (skrt, skrt!)
I be wildin’ out in traffic, yeah, (I swear I do)
Keep a Nina, that’s my firearm, (pyoot!)
Young nigga be rollin’ with no tires on, (yuh!)
Choppa’ spit what’s on my mind,
Just like a microphone, 
And my young bitch be strapped,
Like what them dykes be on, (fie, fie!)

Bad bitch rollin’ up the cabbage, yeah,
In a whip that’s the fastest, yeah, (skrt, skrt, skrt)
I go skrrt when I’m passin, yeah, (skrt, skrt!)
I be wildin’ out in traffic, yeah, (I swear I do)
Keep a Nina, that’s my firearm, (pyoot!)
Young nigga be rollin’ with no tires on, (yuh!)
Choppa’ spit what’s on my mind,
Just like a microphone, 
And my young bitch be strapped,
Like what them dykes be on, (fie, fie!)

KÄBBAGÊ (Prod. Kidd Adamz)

(Produced by Zeevince)
(Recorded & Mixed by Kidd Adamz)

I just popped a perc, (a perc?)
She feelin’ on my tats, ain’t got no shirt,
Yeah, yeah, huh, (wo!)
Keep the Uzi on me just like Vert,
Yeah, yeah, huh, (pyoot, pyoot, pyoot!)
Henny Black, I had to quit the syrup, 
Yeah, yeah, huh,
Flexin’ on my ex, (my ex?) (flex)
Shittin’ on my haters every step, (shit)
Yeah, yeah, huh,
Doin’ shows & cashin’ checks, 
Yeah, yeah, huh, (cash)
Thank the Lord, ‘cause I been blessed,
Yeah, yeah, huh, (blessed)

Same tone, new song, 
Drip on rain storm, (drip)
New stones, two toned, 
Rain on, rain on, 
Same tone, new song, 
Drip on rain storm, (drip)
New stones, two toned, (drippin!)
Rain on, rain on, (haaht!)

I got the drip, (yuh!)
I been on lit since I walked in the VIP, (lit!)
She bitin’ her lip, huh,
Shakin’ that ass like she shootin’ a stick,
(Pyoot, pyoot, pyoot)
I’m shootin’ the shot, (yah)
I’m a still hit, even if it’s brick, (brick!)
She goin’ to college,
But she like to strip, only with a tip,
Huh, yeah, back it up just like traffic, (beep, beep!)
Now I got a lot, 
But I remember I ain’t have shit,
How I made this guap? 
You wasn’t ‘round to see it happen,
Like, fuck all that cappin’,
She askin’ why I’m packin’,
Shawty listen,

I just popped a perc, (a perc?)
She feelin’ on my tats, ain’t got no shirt,
Yeah, yeah, huh, (tats)
Keep the Uzi on me just like Vert,
Yeah, yeah, huh, (pyoot, pyoot, pyoot!)
Henny Black, I had to quit the syrup, 
Yeah, yeah, huh,
Flexin’ on my ex, (my ex?) (wait)
Shittin’ on my haters every step, (shit!)
Yeah, yeah, huh,
Doin’ shows & cashin’ checks, 
Yeah, yeah, huh, (cash!)
Thank the Lord, ‘cause I been blessed,
Yeah, yeah, huh, (blessed)

Yeah, uh, yeah, 
Huh, Jimmy Choos, 
Fill ‘em up with plenty blues,
Took my bitch to dinner, 
Friend wan’ come & so I bring her too, (let’s get it)
Yuh, it’s a mood, drink alot of liquor too, (haaht)
Bring her to my spot, 
She get to rollin’ like a inner tube, (wait)

Same tone, new song, 
Drip on rain storm, 
New stones, two toned, 
Rain on, rain on, 
Same tone, new song, 
Drip on rain storm, 
New stones, two toned, 
Rain on, rain on,

Yeah, I just flipped a pack, it’s back,
All us blowin’ up,
And cashin’ checks, that’s facts, (that’s facts)
You ain’t got the bread 
Then I can’t chat, correct, (nah)
These niggas dick ridin’ 
For respect, that’s wack, (what?)
Business & the bitches 
On my line, just dimes, (brrp!)
She ain’t fuckin’? 
I ain’t got no time, I’m blind, (nah)
Blew up on they ass just like dynamite, (boom!)
Feel like it’s that kinda night, (yuh!)

I just popped a perc, (a perc?)
She feelin’ on my tats, ain’t got no shirt,
Yeah, yeah, huh,
Keep the Uzi on me just like Vert,
Yeah, yeah, huh, (pyoot, pyoot, pyoot!)
Henny Black, I had to quit the syrup, 
Yeah, yeah, huh, (wo, wo, wo!)
Flexin’ on my ex, (my ex?) (Flex)
Shittin’ on my haters every step, 
Yeah, yeah, huh,
Doin’ shows & cashin’ checks, 
Yeah, yeah, huh, 
Thank the Lord, ‘cause I been blessed,
Yeah, yeah, huh,

BLËZZĒD (Prod. Zeevince)

(Prod. Zoerab, Ja Magni, & Kidd Adamz)
(Recorded & Mixed by Kidd Adamz)

I think I’m Gucci Mane nigga,
I’m goin’ Super Saiyan nigga,
Luke Campbell with the hoes,
2 Live with the bros, 2 Chainz in a robe,
I’m a be fresh if the Feds watchin’, 
Bill Clinton was a shone,
I nut on her blouse if the hair poppin’,
I’m Gucci Mane, I’m La Flare,
Hulk Hogan with the tear,
Urlacher with the Bears,
Steve Francis with the hair,
Dwyane Wade in ‘06, 
I’m Dwyane Wade to my bitch,
In a different world, where she lit,
Tat ROLO Gang on her tits, yeah,
Ouu! Rick Flare, 
I’m Stone Cold with that beer,
I’m Terry Perry in the Office,
You Tyler Perry, you Madea,
My bitch? Eat her with the paw prints,
But rock the boat like Aaliyah,
I’m John Cena, I don’t see ya’, nah,
I’m John Cena, I don’t see ya’, yah,

I’m Stone Cold, like Steve Austin,
I ain’t into that gossip,
Keep husslin’, no losses,
Reach for it? Get popped quick,
Fuck them niggas, I meant it,
Rick James with the linen,
Undertaker with the sinnin’,
I just pray the Lord forgive me,
Like the McMahons with the business,
Shawty better mind your business,
Spit game like Carlito,
Niggas shootin’ torpedoes,
Empty clip, then we reload, 
James Bond in the coupe,
Omar Epps with the Juice, 
She gon’ back that ass up to Juvie,
Tarantino with the movies,
Steven Tyler with the groupies,
Fuck her once, don’t remember ‘bout it,
Girl, it wasn’t me like Scooby,
Oops, I meant to say Shaggy,
She gon’ let me at her like Scrappy,
Dick & money make her happy,
Sticks hittin’ like Madden,

WWË [with Spitta] (Prod. Zoerab, Ja Magni, & Kidd Adamz)

(Recorded & Mixed by Kidd Adamz)

Diamonds on me, they blue,
100s on me, they new,
Bitches on me, they cute,
5-star bitch recruit, ouu,
New Louie V my boo, ouu,
Ouu, double G my shoes, ouu,
Shooters by me, they shoot, ouu,
First 48, day two, ouu,
Ruger by me, Ja-Rule, ouu,
Wet a bitch up, typhoon, ouu,
Beat a bitch up, Ryu, ouu,
Monkey see-do, Abu, ouu,
Bitch pussy bald, Caillou, ouu,
Put me in coach, salute, ouu,
Deep water fish, Damu, ouu,
Samurai Jack, Hakku, ouu,
Hah, hah,

I just dropped the top on the roof,
Bitches droppin’ top in the coupe,
Slurpin’ on the dick like soup,
Like she got the flu,
Then we run it back like a loop,
And I put the track on a loop,
I really put the track on a loop,
Young nigga, packed with the juice,
We don’t fuck with them, they foo,
Still got the 10’s on a noose,
And a couple hitta’s on the loose,
She just wanna’ fuck with the Juice Man,
Always got the rocket like Houston,
Ridin’ thru the night, no Bruce Wayne,
Kick it with ya’ bitch like Liu Kang,

Take off like a shuttle,
My water wet like a puddle,
And I just blew up in a bubble,
And I make a play like a huddle,
Out of the rubbles,
Run up on me? You in trouble, (brttt!)
And my bitches look like Rapunzel,
I keep ‘em close, like a cuddle,

Look, 10 hoes in a telly,
When I hit it from the back,
I swear to God that shit be soundin’ like spaghetti,
Kevin Hart, she wasn’t ready,
I was fuckin’ up her hair piece,
(Yeah, yeah, fuck it up, fuck it up)
Pussy water, no smell B,
I still got her on the cell B,
Wrist white like a Yeti,
Niggas talk, we don’t talk back,
Creep in ya’ dreams like Freddy,
Shoot a bullet where ya’ head be,

All of my enemies fumblin’,
All of my enemies strugglin’,
I heard my homie a shooter,
I heard that he really be lummin’ it, 
(Bop, bop, bop, bop!)
I came from out of the jungle,
And I seen a whole ‘lotta monkey shit,
Baby I heard what you said,
So gon’ & speak up from the mumblin’,

I don’t got time for games,
Shawty you know why I came,
Shawty be snortin’ the ‘caine,
Got a lil’ spot on Biscayne,
I been addicted to money,
Can’t be addicted to fame,
Shawty a hoe for them 100’s,
She’ll take a dick to the brain, (ching!)
I flip a brick from a gram,
Tund3 & Kidd got the plan, 

And my water wet like a puddle,
All of my bitches Rapunzel, 

Diamonds on me, they blue,
100s on me, they new,
Bitches on me, they cute,
5-star bitch recruit, ouu,
New Louie V my boo, ouu,
Ouu, double G my shoes, ouu,
Shooters by me, they shoot, ouu,
First 48, day two, ouu,
Ruger by me, Ja-Rule, ouu,
Wet a bitch up, typhoon, ouu,
Beat a bitch up, Ryu, ouu,
Monkey see-do, Abu, ouu,
Bitch pussy bald, Caillou, ouu,
Put me in coach, salute, ouu,
Deep water fish, Damu, ouu,
Samurai Jack, Hakku, ouu,
Hah, hah,

HÂKkŪ [with Tund3] (Prod. Big Rob)

(Produced by Kidd Adamz)

Pull up & get that shit poppin’ lil’ bitch,
Kickin’ that game like its soccer lil’ bitch,
Whip full of reefer, I’m smokin’ on lettuce,
I had to cut that bitch off ‘cause she petty,
Me & Tund3 got them fuck niggas jealous,
Mbah A Moute, got the shooters they lurkin’,
In the coupe, might get to shootin’ & swervin’,
Pick & choose how i maneuver the work,

3.5s, I’m high my guy,
2 criminals, don’t try my guy,
Last nigga tried he died my guy,
Eat his ass up like 5 my guy,
Runnin’ & gunnin’, I ball like I’m Duncan,
My cousin a blood so I call him my bousin,
New Nike techs like I’m straight out of London,
Shoot out in town so I’m dumpin’ & doublin’,
He did not come with that fetty,
So no I ain’t steady, took off like Andretti,
Come off the top like I’m Eddy,
But bitch I been rollin’, so I keep a Kelly,

Give me the bag now, not later,
I’m a sing to the bitch like I’m Al Davis,
Pull up in somethin’ like Transformers,
But the diamonds the color of Power Rangers,
I remember when I never had it,
Had to come to a nigga, that’s just to grab it,
Hit up my phone if you need the cabbage,
Been on Rick Owens, I need the Bally’s,
I ain’t trappin’ in designer nigga,
I design the trap, got the stick on the wall,
I’m a flex, water wrist on a broad,
Count the stacks that we spend at the mall,
Bag, bag, gotta get the bag money,
Runnin’ to it like I never had money,
Fuck I look like breakin’ bread,
For a nigga that ain’t never bust a bag for me,
Niggas got the game hella’ fucked up,
Charms on me like I hella’ lucked up,
Bad lil’ bitch & she stuck up,
She gon’ drop it on me like a dump truck,

5-star nigga, I’m just a 5-star nigga,
I came from Swishers & Backwoods,
Now I’m havin’ Grabba for dinner,
Baby come roll with a winner,
I keep it cold like December,
I keep it thriller manilla,
But I might just chill on a jigga,

All of my boys on that bullshit,
Run up on us? Don’t be foolish,
Stick in the trunk, that’s the toolie,
Leave that boy shittin’ no toilet,
This is my world, y’all just orbit,
I’m tryna’ hop on the Forbes list,
I’m tryna’ hop in them Porsches,
Hop in that sac if she gorgeous,

I need a lil’ bitty Riri,
We could be Bebe & Cece,
We can ball under the radar,
Like we got a team in the D-league,
Bitch I’m a beast, come & feed me,
Bitch I’m a trophy, you need me,
Bitch you gon’ die if you leave me,
I said bitch you gon’ die if you leave me,
Damn lil’ bitch got my mind gone,
Wrote about you in like 5 songs,
Fuck on that bitch keep my eye on,
Then I strangle that bitch like a python,
Told the bitch my, oh my,
Why we gotta’ fight all the time?
Why we gotta’ fight online?
Damn it, my Caroline,

Uh, itty bitty bitches all on my line,
Me & Tund3 hit ‘em two at a time,
Get the bag & bust it down with the bros,
We was used to fuckin’ ‘round with the hoes,
Ex tried to upgrade on me,
But she’ll never find another ‘round with this soul,
Hit the club, big booty bitches around me,
I hit the one that’s goin’ down on the pole,
Chain on me like the Cane gang,
Free my niggas in the chain gang,
Police asking if I gang bang,
9th ward ‘til my brains layin’,
45, one in the chamber,
Gaurantee my niggas on the same thing,
Niggas askin’ for a feature from us,
We ain’t sayin’ nothin’ if they ain’t payin’,
You niggas the same, who is who?
We the new wave, who is you?
Nigga, this here is Kidd Tunde 2,
They say we ain’t poppin, they foolin’ you,
808 knock in that new Mercedes,
And I don’t give a fuck,
Nigga, you could hate me,
Real niggas gotta’ pull strings,
In the background like a Ukelele,

GØGÊTÄ [with Tund3] (Prod. Kidd Adamz)

(Produced by Ja Magni) 

Àndale, àndale, àndale!
You know that’s what me & my nigga Spitta say,
Niggas talkin’ ‘bout we the new niggas,
Like we ain’t been on the block holdin’ shit down,
Àndale, àndale, àndale!
Shit, fuck it everything new then,
How we rockin’ 2016, 

Hop in the passanger I got the 40 on me,
Lean in like I got a shorty on me,
Pull up on the scene like I’m the One & Only,
Whip the yayo like my name is Tony,
I was smackin' the rock, you a lame Jabroni,
Now i'm back on the black & the haters know it,
I was still on my shit though,
Niggas actin’ I roll a few clips though,
Get this though,
I run with them youngin’s that kicks doors, 
And don't miss foes,
I got that gas like Pepto, no Bismol, 
I blow thick smoke,
Enemies tryna’ be friends with me,
Tryna’ get close & want all of my energy,
Tryna’ catch me slippin' I got the tenderpiece,
Heavy ammunition, niggas don't want it,
Niggas get shitted on, personal toilets,
Everything new like the Benz on the lot,
Then I pull out with my friends on the block,
Always ridin’ with my hands on the Glock,
Actin’ steamy put ya mans in a pot,
Shots fired niggas ran in the dark,
2016 I done made me a promise,
Won’t fuck with no niggas who ain't from the block,
Ain't no hangin’ with opps,
Just a bang & they offed, 
Bitch I’m aimin’ to pop,
I came with the Mob,
The closer the aim?
The more they gon’ drop,
A morgue in the park,
You feel what I’m sayin’? 
No warnings, just shots,
That purple, purple keep me concentrated,
Then I blew a check like I was lost in Vegas,
Bitch I’m ready to glo, my head in the stove,
You think you the bomb until I explode,
They talkin’ ‘bout shooters & niggas with Rugers,
But all of that talk is irrelavant,
Fuck up your settlement,
Run up on you like a dog on the mailin’ man,
Pull out the stick & I scream like taliban,
(doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot!)
Til the hammer jam, then I pull off in that coupe,
I was off on that Goose in the club with my troops,
Niggas tough, wanna shoot? 
Put a slug in his tooth
I was up in the booth wait (wait),
Sippin’ the juice with it, I got the juice,
And now niggas gon’ tell me that my shit is new,
Bitch it came from the ground,
From the concrete I grew,
Slide to the club with a bitch from the U,
Right up in VIP, I was chillin’ with goons,
Don't play yourself, 

I still keep a couple hittas’ with a nigga,
I still keep them blunt & bitches with a nigga, 
This ain't new to me, oh no, this ain't new to me,
This ain't new to me, oh no, this ain't new to me,
I still keep a couple hittas’ with a nigga,
I still keep them blunt & bitches with a nigga, 
This ain't new to me, oh no, this ain't new to me,
This ain't new to me, oh no, this ain't new to me,

I reach for the Shotty, I stuff it & cock it
I keep a bad bitch, look like Buffy the Body,
I fuck on a Barbie, she ride me, no Harley,
We tokin’, no Marley, got onion, got garlic,
I spazz on a nigga I could be retarded,
Flow is so hard like my dick when she on it,
I hit from the back & that pussy just farted,
My bitch want a threesome I told her you got it,
I'm straight out the Gardens, I swear I'm a problem,
Ain’t sweatin’ no hater,  so fuck ‘em, no condom,
It's just me & Fweago & that's on my mama,
My ROLO Gang niggas’ll smoke you, no ganja,
My lil’ niggas hit you & fill you will hollows,
This murder, this genocide,
Probably got shooters up in the ride,
Ride with the zootie it's by my side,
Bag up a QP & hit the show,
First hit the liquor store,
Your favorite bitch in my tribe like a Seminole,
Soon as I hit the door she give me sloppy toppy,
And I blast it on her like a rocket launcher,
I'm a Soulja who Livin’ True,
Straight out the trenches,
Got raised up with youngin’s,
Who made, out to get it,
You saying you with it,
But they don't say shit,
They just bust from the whip,
And they hop out & finish,

[HOOK]

Niggas tryna’ make it seem like we wasn’t out here,
Nigga we been doin’ this shit,
Know what I’m sayin’ so when you see us?
Ain’t even like you never saw us, fuck it!

Everything New (Prod. Ja Magni)

Kidd Adamz has always been knowing for being a trailblazer for divergent structures of lyricism and melody, he tends to note Tory Lanez frequently for his idée fixe for this. He greets us into his domain with his premeire collection of music, soothing us with fatalistic-yet-melodical self-produced intro (On Point). The album is sure to keep listeners in their seats blooming from sound to sound.

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(Produced by Kidd Adamz)

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RedZone

Kidd Adamz has always been knowing for being a trailblazer for divergent structures of lyricism and melody, he tends to note Tory Lanez frequently for his idée fixe for this. He greets us into his domain with his premeire collection of music, soothing us with fatalistic-yet-melodical self-produced intro (On Point). The album is sure to keep listeners in their seats blooming from sound to sound.

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(Produced by Play Picasso)

The Weather

Oldies

No Hook

JUICE: The Album

Back Out

The 4th piece to the debut project from the South Florida rising star. In this track the tone switches to a more melancholic vibe with the starting words being "Ima live my life" emitted by Kidd. He reflects on the protocol set for most of the inner-city youth in Miami-Dade County; that being murder, money, and selling drugs. Often leaving no thought for a way out of the systematic struggle, he returns in the second verse to explain that even with all of the hardships he faced from family to enemies and beyond the only way out for him to succeed is to simply "live his life".

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(Produced by Kidd Adamz)

Juice: The Album

Glory

In the 3rd installment to the project, Kidd recruits The Stepsisters for assistance. In this record Kidd proudly flaunts his "Face Card" (street cred). Detailing moments when witnissing gruesome event and real trap sh*t that apparently ran in the family. The Stepsisters definitely deliver with their seductive-yet-savage flow & bars. Considered to be one of the "littest" tracks on the project, this one definitely serves as an official stand out record on the project.

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(Prod. Kidd Adamz)

Face Card (feat. The Stepsisters)

On Point

Flexin’ hard, I pull up & I'm flexing hard,
No bank accounts, just money,
So don't check for cards,
It's ROLO Gang until I hang, I'm reppin’ hard,
And if they talking crazy I put two in his hip,
Fuckin’ with the fam'll leave you thru in a ditch,
I pull up in a beamer, keep the tool in whip,
Older niggas brandishin’ weapons,
Think  it's cool for the kids,
Until that lil nigga wanna do what he did,

I been up on the block until I had to go,
Say wassup, then I go ghost just like a magic show,
Smokin’ dope & shawty lettin’out the antidote,
I got so use to whippin’ cheese,
I’m makin’ casserole,
Pour up act yeah, 
Never lose track, yeah,
Blow a few racks yeah, 
Make it right back yeah, yeah,
Where she at? yeah, 
I know where she at yeah,
She in the back yeah, rolling up the pack yeah,
I'm with the pack yeah, all my niggas back there,
you tryna rap yeah, we ain't finna act fair,
I use to trap yeah, right there on the back yeah,
you just a rat player don't you try to chat yeah,

flexing hard, I pull up and I'm flexing hard,
no bank accounts just money,
so don't check for cards,
It's R.O.L.O Gang until I hang I'm reppin hard
and if they talking crazy I put two in his hip,
fuckin with the fam'll leave you thru in a ditch,
I pull up in a beamer keep the tool in whip,
older niggas brandishing weapons, 
think it's cool for the kids,
until that lil nigga wanna do what he did,

a real nigga told me never do it for fame 
I'm use to all the women in here knowing my name
she use to have no feelings,
now she notice the chain
I'm prudent how I do 'em bitches I just refrain
fuck a thot bitch, headed for the gwap bitch
I gotta hot bitch, she a top notch bitch
got the chips sittin in the bag not hot chips
you a bitch nigga if you do not rock this
gotta fill em up, these niggas ain't real enough
heard the world feelin us, they aware we ill as fuck
got so use flying out, I just might hit Denver up,
they about to find out that Kidd is getting up like

flexing hard, I pull up and I'm flexing hard,
no bank accounts just money,
so don't check for cards,
It's R.O.L.O Gang until I hang I'm reppin hard
and if they talking crazy I put two in his hip,
fuckin with the fam'll leave you thru in a ditch,
I pull up in a beamer keep the tool in whip,
older niggas brandishing weapons, 
think it's cool for the kids,
until that lil nigga wanna do what he did,

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Used To This [Freestyle]

I remember pullin up on niggas on my Huffy bike
if you ain't from round here 
then what happens next is nothin nice,
comin thru these blocks 
you better stash ya work and tuck ya ice,
youngins out here shootin broad day 
might take ya fucking life,
humble boy be humble 
living in a fucking jungle aye,
talking to me crazy get you jumped 
no royal rumble aye,
Philly got the twins it hit you twice
And you might fumble aye,
heard a nigga poppin 
shit I hate you burst your bubble
but I'm balling, 
my niggas on Collins, 
your bitch all on my dick why she calling,
I can't fuck with these thots they ain't right,
I could make a play I'll be out the whole night, 
hold up,
I heard these niggas linking up with 5-0,
selling packs, bussing pots, but ya time low?
niggas rats, what you thought, shit is wild yo,
Could name some people 
that I know I'll do that time for,
fuck it, I make the J in the bucket,
I could get paid off of beats, 
but I get paid off of juggin,
all of my bitches they meet up, 
like they was having a summit,
you know I be smoking that green,
shit always smelling like onion,
I'm D-Wade with the wins, it's 3 ways I can win,
I 3-way with ya bitch, I'm relaying her friend,
freak sex in the benz, all up in her dentals,
knee deep in her ribs, I'm the Heart-breaking Kidd, 
being humble get you pushed on, 
these niggas weak but the Kush strong,
I remember being looked down,
now i'm saying getting the fuck down,
rob the game & get the hype,
I'm that nigga that they like,
they heard Kidd got the Juice,
I ain't mixing up the Sprite,

Humble [Freestyle]

I was raised with some,
Savage ass niggas in the Lake,
Shit was either taken,
Or was up for you to take,
All purple flag, uniform for the hood,
Hit a lick with the homies,
We was cuttin' through the cake,
Young niggas with no mind & nothin' to lose,
It's something for me,
And then it's somethin' for you,
I'm lucky to be smokin' a blunt in the booth,
Could’ve been under your shoes, 
But I got somethin' to prove,
Now listen to a nigga,
Fourteen when I had my first 14, 
Then I doubled up and got a OZ,
Got robbed a week and a half lafer,
Was reachin' for mad paper,
When I should've been lowkey,
Damn I had to learn quick,
All that hustlin' & I ain't even earn shit,
Niggas creepin' was somethin',
I ain't concerned with,
But if you hot then they watchin',
I had to learn this,
At 3am I got a call from a friend, 
Who had to vent to me cause,
She had a problem with him,
A problem that I, just a hustlin' guy,
Couldn’t tend to cause money, 
Was more vital than friends,
I'm the type to go sin, 
Then come home & repent,
Can you blame me I'm human 
And I do humanly things,
When I move I don't speak, 
I just move with the fee,
I'm tryna' get my peoples, 
Used to seeing views from the beach,
I don't do this for you, 
Bitch I do this for me,
Do this shit for the crew, 
Cause the music we bleed,
In God we trust but it's in all of us,
So it's a little in you & it's a little in me, 
We all Godly, this is God body, 
Switch your content with knowledge,
You’ll probably unlock it,
This is God body, 
Once you know it you can find it,

This for them young niggas hustlin', 
This for them OG’s that's grindin',
And gettin' that money,
This for them hard workin’ parents,
Who wake up so early,
To work & get fee for they’re youngin’s,
Not cause they want too,
But more cause they have too, 
We gotta see better for us,
I hope that you feel me,
Just know that I feel you,
This here is a letter for us,
Yay, this here's a letter for us,
Yeah, this here's a letter for us,
Yay, this here's a letter for us,
Yeah,

And I came down from the motherfuckin' hype,
I ain't even like what these motherfuckers like,
They ain't never seen drugs,
Or a plug with the white,
They ain't never double up,
Or made a jug for a price,
Same niggas banged on net froze up when we met,
Pulled up like wait, hold up, it's the Set,
All black like the night take the gold off your neck,
That’s some shit that we trained for, 
It’s war where I'm at,
Hopped off the porch early,
The world got colder,
Neighborhood small,
Cause the whole block know you,
Everything’s big in the city that don't sleep,
It’s people that's gon' creep, you better off rollin',
Just know that I’m a ride for my niggas but,
I ain't tryna die,
With my fingers on the trigger,
Cause I ain't with the cryin',
And the pourin’ of the liquor,
And some niggas used to hate me, 
Used to scorn me ‘cause of this,
But I ain't tryna give my peoples,
A reason to lose faith,
So I'ma keep it equal,
And reach for a new day,
It's people in the past, 
That be blastin' with new Ks,
You askin' for news to change, 
They askin' for new Js,
so who's to blame, society? 
We all deities,
So why we let that shit happen quietly?
This is God body, 
Switch your content with knowledge,
You’ll probably unlock it,
this is God body, 
Once you know it you can find it,

This for them young niggas hustlin', 
This for them OG’s that's grindin',
And gettin' that money,
This for them hard workin’ parents,
Who wake up so early,
To work & get fee for they’re youngin’s,
Not cause they want too,
But more cause they have too, 
We gotta see better for us,
I hope that you feel me,
Just know that I feel you,
This here is a letter for us,
Yay, this here's a letter for us,
Yeah, this here's a letter for us,
Yay, this here's a letter for us,
Yeah,

Fallback [Freestyle]

Yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
smokin' that good shit everyday,
remember when I wished for better days,
fuck a bad bitch in a Escalade,
now everyday is saturday,
and I'm on the way to better pay,
I ain't have a job since 2012,
look at all the bullshit I prevailed,
is it hate is it love, man I can't tell,
now I can tell, I can smell,
all that fake shit over there,
you can keep that over there,
'cause we ain't on that over here,
I want that Jeep, want that Benz,
want that bitch, want them Ms,
want that 'Ghini push to start,
want my sleeves full of hearts,
I'm hittin' my targets like they darts,
burn that garden get the torch,
Wo, spark up, she blow me, cartridge,
I pull up, park it, 
and I keep that flame in my arsenal,
got a whole new lane can't merge in,
shooters hidin' in ya leaves like Naruto,
Look a bitch in her soul when I dick her down,
why you think she be movin' with her gaurd up,
I could leave a hood bitch star struck,
I could get a good bitch barred up,
I be in the hood like mechanics,
smokin' on the good, can't hang,
now she high as fuck, still gon' vibe with us
put your lighters up, if you fly as fuck,
I just got the credit, bitch I'm on the way,
once I get the wraithe, it's a holiday,
pull up, hop out, stunt, 
roll one, light one up,
white girl lookin' slumped, 
she just took a bump,
they like where you from?
told her I'm from Dade County,
where them young niggas 
keep them K's round 'em,
and they ride by your crib 
and spray it down, 
man ain't no jokin' yo, 
wo, this that dope, free coke, 
please don't choke,
your bitch lit, I signed her tit, 
they call me Kidd but I ain't no jit
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
O yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

Loaded [Freestyle]

Kidd Adamz, Rolo Gang
Pull up on that ass, lemme pull on that,

Let me pull up on that ass, 
Let me hit it to the beat,
She a undercover freak, 
Like to get it in the sheets,
Eat the pussy like a jaab so the kitty gon' leak,
Hit it with 2 Chainz like a Tity Boi beat,
I just want to get a little romance,
And she stuck around for the whole dance,
I just hope tonight really go well,
Shawty you can meet me at the hotel, 
Ain’t no games with it,
All in my vibe, 
Sippin' this liq’ & she ready to ride, 
Back to the crib & her friend on my side, 
Ask can she come, told her hop right inside, 
Don’t waste no time cause we on tonight, 
Sippin' this Hen & Patrone tonight,
Kush got me all in my zone tonight, 
So you know I'm taking you home tonight,
It’s only right,

Nice & slow,
Nice & slow,
Nice & slow,
Nice & slow,

Aye, baby clap that, 
I might throw a couple dollars for a lapdance,
I can't lie lil' mama, wanna see you naked,
Throw my kids on that ass like a daycare,
Fuck around tell your homegirl eat somethin,
If you down, fuck around & have a threesome,
Need a pill to get you geeked? Girl I keep one,
Used to fuckin' on a beach, she a beach bum,
I can tell she ain't from round here,
School the only reason that she down here,
She use to niggas spittin' game,
And tryna’ pound yeah,
I'm tryna’ dig inside,
And get inside your mind yeah,
And once I get inside your mind,
I bet you mine yeah,
I keep you hooked,
And keep you blowin’ up my line yeah,
Goin ghost, I'm chasin' bread, I'm hard to find yeah,
And I be in you so deep have you cryin’ yeah,
Slow wind yeah, get it up & grind yeah,

Nice & slow, nice & slow,
Can I hit it in the daytime, in the night time,
When I want to, that's the right time, uh

Nice & Slow [Freestyle]

With this being the second installment to Kidd Adamz' EP series (and third solo project overall), this project takes a twist in Kidd's large armament of sounds & melodies. He pulls listeners into a rollercoaster of reverberate, echoey anthems with an agenda of taking them through many feelings, mainly ecstatic & rapturous. With music production and assistance from several familiar producers & artists like Tund3, The Soul Beataz, & Rex Rogers, this piece of work sets a tone unlike previous project while still maintaining a elusive and melodic vibe listeners love from him now.

Lil' mama wanna come ride with me
Hop in the whip come drive with me
I can tell that she feeling me
Plus I'm on that Hennesy
Tell me if you want that vibe with me
Gotta know if you down for me
Cauae all these niggas doubtin' me
Tell a nigga if you down, we gon' drown

On that liq & loud, on that liq & loud
On that liq & loud, on that liq & loud
On that liq & loud, on that liq & loud
On that liq & loud, that liq & loud, yeah
Young nigga ridin' wth no friends
Lil' mama tryna get me open
Kitty so wet got her soaking
Now I got her hooked like a dope man
Tell me why your friends be acting bad & boujie for
In the club with all my bros
So tell the lil bitch better get with the program
And put your hands up, I done got my bands up
Smile girl you on camera, so throw that ass back like "and what?"
Buss it like ammo, Just too much to handle
Get lit like a candle, that's just all I ask for from you
Shawty hop in the ride
Young nigga gon' do you right
Pop pills & we cruise through the night
Cause I don't wanna lose you tonight
Shawty hop in the ride
Young nigga gon' do you right
Bring your friend that's two for the night
I can tell that Lil' mama wanna come ride with me

Lil' mama wanna come ride with me
Hop in the whip come drive with me
I can tell that she feeling me
Plus I'm on that Hennesy
Tell me if you want that vibe with me
Gotta know if you down for me
Cauae all these niggas doubtin' me
Tell a nigga if you down, we gon' drown
On that liq & loud, on that liq & loud
On that liq & loud, on that liq & loud
On that liq & loud, on that liq & loud
On that liq & loud, that liq & loud, yeah

Baby come fuck with a real one
Throw that ass back let me something'
Wanted good dick I'll give you some
Let me change your outcome to income
Still on the streets all day
She want me to hit it to the beat all day
You ain't never been with a freak all day
In the sheets I can make ya legs weak all day
Fuck like we stickin' & rollin'
Her ex-nigga always patrollin'
Stick Drill, I'm locked and I'm loaded
Tell him we having our moment
Girl I'm fuckin' with you and I got my eyes on you
And I know that you fuck with me so when can I slide on you
Do this for a night or two
Want me all up inside of you
I'm looking for a rider who
Can hold it down like she drowning too, then
Pop that pussy for a real nigga
Shawty got a dunk no Ben Simmons
Last nigga she ain't tryna deal with
I'ma still hit cause Lil' mama wanna come ride with me

Lil' mama wanna come ride with me
Hop in the whip come drive with me
I can tell that she feeling me
Plus I'm on that Hennesy
Tell me if you want that vibe with me
Gotta know if you down for me
Cauae all these niggas doubtin' me
Tell a nigga if you down, we gon' drown
On that liq & loud, on that liq & loud
On that liq & loud, on that liq & loud
On that liq & loud, on that liq & loud
On that liq & loud, that liq & loud, yeah

(Produced by Kidd Adamz)

Liq & Loud

(Produced by The Soul Beataz)

Being the second installment to Kidd Adamz' music project series, this project takes a twist in his large armament of sounds & melodies. He pulls listeners into a roller-coaster of reverberate, echoey anthems with an agenda of taking them through many feelings, mainly ecstatic & rapturous. This piece of work sets a tone unlike previous project while still maintaining an elusive & melodic vibe listeners love from him today.

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[Hook]
I'm ridin round with that 30, know it's early
Serve that birdie, traphouse look so dirty
She swallow me like Kirby, her hair so curly
Use to curve me, now I ball no jersey
Met her on a Wednesday, fucked her on a Thursday
Turned up on a Friday, threw up in the worst way
Bout hella green with my team like a serpent
We gon' get it that's for sure, aye
I'm ridin' round with that 30
Ridin' round with that 30
I'm ridin' round with that
Ridin' round with that 30, with that 30

[Verse]
I'm ridin' round with that 30, just like Curry
Hit yo block then I take off like a derby
With the shits ain't nobody round me worried
Leave you burning, like a furnace
Bitch I'm bout my earnings, wanna cop that Hermes
Shawty peep me early, too clean like detergent
She slurp me just like Slurpee, in the back of Burger King
Been trappin' since like '13, even when I'm working
Get yo hoe she thirsty, why she right here flirting?
On my lap she twerking, throwin' it back like twerk team
I ain't with the Drama, keep the Uzi bursting
Post outside yo' casa, know them shooters lurking
I'm the one that they talkin' bout
But I hear nobody talkin' out
Walk in the club like I own the bitch
Shoot at your feet make you walk it out
None of my niggas is scared pull up in a van it's 6 niggas hoppin' out
Gotta walk with that Glock around that's why I'm in the city and I'm

[Hook]
I'm ridin round with that 30, know it's early
Serve that birdie, traphouse look so dirty
She swallow me like Kirby, her hair so curly
Use to curve me, now I ball no jersey
Met her on a Wednesday, fucked her on a Thursday
Turned up on a Friday, threw up in the worst way
Bout hella green with my team like a serpent
We gon' get it that's for sure, aye
I'm ridin' round with that 30
Ridin' round with that 30
I'm ridin' round with that
Ridin' round with that 30, with that 30

Kidd 4 The Culture

30Thirty

Coming off a big 2018 year, the Kidd returns with an allegiant anthem. Firmly asserting himself in sound & lyrics as he has done in past efforts revealing to listeners that in the path he currently walks 'ain't no goin' back', stream #ChipsNDip - now available on all digital music stores.

(Produced by CMuney of Greyscale)

ChipsNDip

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2019 was a year clouded in mysteries for the Kidd, who only released one single and a video to go along with it. This year, Kidd marks his self early in the year with a darker tone than previously seen with this self-produced freestyle, asserting his character to be more dominant as has been in his youthful years. He's bringing back the fire energy we all know & love.

AngelsxDemons

ÂDÄMĀS, THË DÎAMÔND 💎
HEARTBREAK KIDD 💔
THE HIPPIE THUG ☮️

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Van-Adam Pierre, also known by his stage name, Kidd Adamz, is a Haitian-American Rap artist, record producer, & songwriter hailing from the Scott Lake neighborhood of Carol City in Miami, Florida.

Embedded in music, Kidd's mother was a singer and his father played the drums & bass guitar in a local Church band. Around the age of 12 is when Kidd knew & decided music would be his lifelong dream.

Kidd sites Miami legends Trick Daddy, Rick Ross & JT Money as a few local musical influences growing up. He's collaborated with several artists along the journey; from those high on the rise to those still trying to get their feet wet. It's one of his bright spots as a creative to be able to work with talent regardless of actual experience in the field.

Collaborations with decorated South Florida MCs & musicians like Gunplay, Lunchmoney Lewis, Billy Blue, Jimmy Dade, Hayze, Prez P, Kiddo Marv, The Hood Brat (formerly known as Nenah Blaque of The Stepsisters) & Cris Cab as well as prominent names in music production like Kato the Producer, Audio Jones, Stan Lane, Play Picasso & well-renowned Algerian-French artist-producer DJ Kore have fortifed a structered aura for Kidd, showing growth in addition to consistent, tasteful music. He produces under the moniker "bitchigotdadank", a sobriquet for the self-acclaimed high level of production talent he seems to have.

ROLO Gang Records is an independent record label currently located in Miami, Florida. Founded and led by Kidd Adamz at the age of 16, the group initially started as a pack of partygoers swaying freely from party to party while enjoying their youth but slowly transformed into something much greater.

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