Jada - Soldier Kidd

I was on my way and I heard Flacko had got killed

And that’s for real

Ask lil' Jackboy, he’d tell you he got killed

And baby, I’m a jack boy, but now I got a mil'

That lil' mama that raw, I might just pay her bills

Shoutout to the fat broads 'cause they need love still

This right here a fat check, dollar, dollar bill

Baby, I’m a fat X, Triple X for real

I been tryna whack them, but tonight, I’ma chill

Woke up this morning, I say, «Damn, I need to chill»

But all these soldiers on it, they gon' die like Navy SEALs

Tell me if you on it 'cause we on that shit for real

I’m in California tryna bring that Florida here

She like, «What up, lil' daddy?"every time I post a pic

Ain’t nothing lil' 'bout this daddy, you know everything be big

And, damn, that booty big

I’m the biggest 3, but all my figures passing six

This right here a legacy, they won’t even know that you exist

Billie Eilish messaged me, I’m turning Haitian in this bitch

'Cause I’m a Haitian boy imported straight from the bricks

You gon' need some oil, this ain’t waves, I got wicks

Tell me what you on, you can’t even pay the rent

I was on my own hoping God blessed this jit

Now I’m blessed, bitch

Come on, baby, show me something I can invest in

Give me something that I can shoot a nigga vest in

Don’t know no ABCs, but I’ll tell you what Triple X is

This that Triple X shit, come on

Woke up this morning, I had money on my mind (Okay)

And I’m kind of horny, I hope Jada 'bout to slide (Where you at, bae?)

That bank account enormous, but you can’t compare your size (Damn)

Baby, fuck my lawyer, fuck the judge, they all could die (Bye)

'Cause I ain’t doing time (Time)

It’s Cartier, got me on a different time (Time)

Girl, I’m out of state, why you keep blowing up my line?

(I'm gone)

I was getting paper, selling dimes, and building fire (What you on?)

He was just hating, tryna talk to all the dimes