Kickin Flave

Kickin flave
Kickin kickin flave
Kickin flave
Kickin kickin flave
Kickin flave
Kickin kickin flave
Kickin flave
Kickin kickin flave

Vegetarian, blow it by the pound
Pullin bitches like the fuckin lost and found
Ima lone wolf but I got a pack
Who are you? Ima put a 47 on ya back
Runaway, runaway, runaway
Cant nobody make it out the jungle where I stay
Turn ya sunshine into 50 shades of gray
All I care about is gettin motherfuckin paid
I'm supposed to be
Baggin that green like groceries
Watch my team get dough with me
Just kickback and flow with me (uh huh)
Ain't nothin knew to me
What the fuck a hater gon do to me?
Paycheck just like glue to me
Your girl love to tutor me (uh huh)
I never quit
Hustle too legitimate
No way to get rid of it
My grind is unlimited (uh huh)
I'm born to fight
Stackin money day & night
Made a K in 45
My green got me more than high (uh huh)

Kickin flave, Kickin, kickin flave
Kickin flave, Kickin, kickin flave
Kickin flave, Kickin, kickin flave
Kickin flave, Kickin, kickin flave

Cash that check nigga 10 grand
Cash that check nigga 10 grand
In my zone
Yeah I'm in my zone
Baby give me dome like a headband
Got that sauce & the pasta
Keep my team on the Rosta
Diamonds dancing, diamonds dancing
Diamonds dance like a salsa
Dolla sign, Dolla sign
Kickin flave overtime
Turn a bill to a mil
Flip a deal, flip a deal
Money never a bought a soul
Happiness is never cheap
Pain will always take a toll
Choose the life you wanna see

Kickin flave, Kickin, kickin flave
Kickin flave, Kickin, kickin flave
Kickin flave, Kickin, kickin flave
Kickin flave, Kickin, kickin flave



Credits
Writer(s): Gabriel Nwajiaku
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