Kid That Didd (feat. Future & Doe Boy)
Descrição
Em "Kid That Didd", Trippie Redd, Future e Doe Boy entregam uma faixa de trap carregada de agressão, ostentação e uma declaração contundente de poder. A música mergulha no universo da vida nas ruas, onde a lealdade e a violência são pilares para a sobrevivência e o respeito. Os artistas expressam uma postura desafiadora, alertando rivais sobre as consequências de desrespeitá-los, seja através de conflitos armados ou pela dominação de seu território. Há um foco na autenticidade de suas origens ("from the trenches"), na riqueza adquirida e no uso de substâncias recreativas, pintando um retrato da vida que levam, marcada por perigos e excessos. A faixa emana uma energia de superioridade e uma готовность implacável para o confronto, reforçando a imagem de figuras dominantes em seu cenário.
Letra
CB on the beat
Huh?
Yeah, huh
Yeah
Yeah
We pull up in your city, man, like where that mini-man?
Double cups and double semis, man, hop out the minivan (woo, woo)
And my bitches high saddity, man, don't show no pity, man
We got 30s, we got 50s, man, come right and get me, man
And them hollows hit your chinny-chin, I'm like the Crimson Chin
Fuck your bitch, feel like a kid again, I'm with the business, kid
Fuck with me and then go missing, kid, I'm from the trenches, kid
Boy, just face it, you diminished, kid, you fuckin' finished, kid (yeah)
Take a walk, lil' bitch, we steppin' (yeah)
Fuck that talkin', bitch, we wreckin' (woo)
Spit on your coffin, send you to hell
You play with my name, I play with these weapons (bitch, bitch)
You think it's a game, you must got a death wish (death wish)
Bah, now that boy headless (headless, bah)
Pull up and wet shit (ah)
It was all your inception (woo)
It was all just a message (yeah)
Beat up the block, beat up the block (bitch)
Aim at his top, feel the heat from the Glock (blaow)
Bitch, I'm 800, I keep me a mop
1400/800, you reppin' or not?
Woo, bitch, we too hot (hot)
Woo, straight to the top (top)
Play with the gang, you end up on Fox (Fox News)
We pull up in your city, man, like where that mini-man?
Double cups and double semis, man, hop out the minivan (woo, woo)
And my bitches high saddity, man, don't show no pity, man
We got 30s, we got 50s, man, come right and get me, man
And them hollows hit your chinny-chin, I'm like the Crimson Chin
Fuck your bitch, feel like a kid again, I'm with the business, kid
Fuck with me and then go missing, kid, I'm from the trenches, kid
Boy, just face it, you diminished, kid, you fuckin' finished, kid (woo, woo)
All this cash, it's gon' make a nigga surf, Hawaii (surf)
I got a bad bitch at the crib, we like Whitney and Bobby (I got a bad bitch)
I get active on the pill, I get active without it (active)
Paid three thousand for a seal, now I got drank in my body
(Paid three thousand for a seal)
Oh, yeah, just some drugs, spent 200 bands (spent 200)
All these diamond rings gave a nigga cold hands (oh yeah)
Drinkin' codeine, feel like I'm on Xans (drinkin')
Said fuck tomorrow, started drinkin' seals up out the can (Pluto)
Niggas sell dope on my block, niggas murder, niggas scam
I'm a rich nigga fuckin' thot hoes on cam
Just for thinkin' she the one, I'ma dog her out and fuck her friend
I'ma knock the bitch out, Freebandz (Pluto)
We pull up in your city, man, like where that mini-man? (Yeah)
Double cups and double semis, man, hop out the minivan (brrt)
And my bitches high saddity, man, don't show no pity, man (no, no)
We got 30s, we got 50s, man, come right and get me, man (grr)
And them hollows hit your Chinny-chin, I'm like the Crimson Chin (yeah)
Fuck your bitch, feel like a kid again, I'm with the business, kid (Doe Beezy)
Fuck with me and then go missing, kid, I'm from the trenches, kid (Doe Beezy)
Boy, just face it, you diminished, kid, you fuckin' finished, kid (oh, really?)
Big Doe Beezy got that 50, kid, don't play with Trippie, kid (Doe Beezy)
All that rappin' shit, I really live, this shit I really did (that's facts)
Used to slide in minivans, hoe, now it's a Bentley, kid (skrr)
Rapper play, his ass get lit up, give no fuck how lit he his (you think I'm playin'?)
Flex my wrist and make your bitch mine, play, my clique ride (gang, gang)
RBMG ain't gon' let shit slide, better not diss mine (fool)
Pussy boy, I got my stick on me, why your stick hidin'? (Fool)
Feel no snitches, bitch, I'm like 5'6", chopper 6'9" (oh, really?)
We pull up in your city, man, like where that mini-man?
Double cups and double semis, man, hop out the minivan (woo, woo)
And my bitches high saddity, man, don't show no pity, man
We got 30s, we got 50s, man, come right and get me, man
And them hollows hit your chinny-chin, I'm like the Crimson Chin
Fuck your bitch, feel like a kid again, I'm with the business, kid
Fuck with me and then go missing, kid, I'm from the trenches, kid
Boy, just face it, you diminished, kid, you fuckin' finished, kid (woo, woo)
(CB on the beat)
Gírias
Na letra, "double cups and double semis" refere-se ao uso de copos duplos para misturar lean (uma droga recreativa à base de xarope de codeína) e a armas de fogo semiautomáticas. "High saddity" descreve mulheres que são altivas ou que se comportam com superioridade, não demonstrando compaixão. "Hollows hit your chinny-chin, I'm like the Crimson Chin" é uma ameaça de usar balas expansivas (hollow-points) na face do oponente, comparando o impacto destrutivo à força do personagem 'Crimson Chin'. "Trenches" são bairros pobres e perigosos, destacando as origens dos artistas e sua credibilidade nas ruas. Por fim, "seal", "drank", "codeine" e "Xans" são termos relacionados a drogas recreativas, como o xarope de codeína para fazer 'lean' e comprimidos de Xanax.