The Kid Remy - Anesthesia

★ Chorus: The Kid Remy and AngelLaCiencia Beats ★
AngelLaCiencia!
Put her to sleep, call my dick anesthesia
BBC so long, it’s guaranteed to please ya
Then I kick the bih out the door, yellin “See ya!”
She fuckin with the signs, shorty said she a Libra
Found out she had a man, lowkey she was a cheater
Call me Dwayne Wade how I’m chillin with the heatas
I ain’t give a damn, turned shorty to a eater
Took a pic, sent it to her mans, special feature

★ Verse 1: The Kid Remy ★
Shorty was a pro, she a different typa creature
Introduced her to my kids, she done said “Nicе to meet ya”
Enough about all this, I’m getting off topic
Time to be for rеal, I really need to lock in
When I make it big, I’m tryna get with Chloe Bailey
Even when I’m chilling, I’m getting streams onna daily
Rapping on this mic, I don’t got a ukelele
This girl want a concert, shorty name was Hailey
Back to Chloe Bailey, her face card is a 10 on 10
Blew a hunnid-ball on some Nikes, shout out trent.on.tren
That nigga really goated, he the best at CSN
Playing Fortnite on a PC, what’s a PSN?
If I’m being honest, her face card is a 99
Tryna make it big, fuck nigga, get behind the line
If you saw her Insta, you’d think her body is divine
Chloe mad underrated, treat her like a fine wine

★ Chorus ★
Put her to sleep, call my dick anesthesia
BBC so long, it’s guaranteed to please ya
Then I kick the bih out the door, yellin “See ya!”
She fuckin with the signs, shorty said she a Libra
Found out she had a man, lowkey she was a cheater
Call me Dwayne Wade how I’m chillin with the heatas
I ain’t give a damn, turned shorty to a eater
Took a pic, sent it to her mans, special feature

★ Verse 2: Zrv ★
Only thing I’m speakin on this mic is true shit
I’m ruthless, spinnin’ on the block in a coupe Benz
I’m true to the motherfuckin’ game, influenced
By something not positive, but stupid
The grain, this shit goin’ round like the flu did
And honestly, I’m honest to the end, yeah you is
The only thing they know about is ridin’ and lootin’
Violence and shootin, I’ll tell you what the truth is
Honestly, it hurts, I’m tryna be a better man but honestly I’m worse
I’m the product of a fuckin’ apocalypse on the Earth
Prolly walkin’ limp, like I just crawled up out of the dirt
Let me switch my flow like I ain’t the same person
Who was knockin’ on your door, I’m talkin 2, 3, 4
Sendin’ shells to your throat, call me Mr. TImbalow
No, he just cold, walk inside the studio
And feel my breeze blow