Kickback

My 4 by 4 got Kickback
Send shots better get back
Dropping bodies on this beat
And yea I know right where the bag at

Yea they think that Imma slip back
Know they on that cap cap
Yea my wrist is so damn icy
It be feeling like an ice pack

They say come back Reese, you next up
I'm riding in the Tesla
Two doors up and now I'm flexing
Bout to go and cop the next one

Got 2 4s like I'm Kobe
We riding round like 4 deep
Run up on us we gone pop you
Don't be messing with the brodies

I'm with shawty, better get back back
I'm all about the racks

This ain't Nav, it's not tap tap
We all over the map

Boys it Atlanta they don't hold straps
Fuck it, Imma just me a bag
Trip out to Cali', and pop me some tags
R.I.P. Gigi and her dad

We losing our legends
This shit getting wicked

I might just go cop me a ticket
Baby hop in we can kick it
Life's a trip, just tell me who with it

I got Amiri jeans and Giuseppe
I got the Peggy Jean, don't test me
I got the blades like a Wolverine
Pull up on the scene loaded with the semi

Want beef no I'm not vegan
That fire what I'm breathing
Please don't check me while I'm speaking
Cause my choppas gone be eating

All my brothers hold it down
We knocking off these clowns
For the town, we gon' glow up
Like we came up from the ground

My 4 by 4 got Kickback
Send shots better get back
Dropping bodies on this beat
And yea I know right where the bag at

Yea they think that Imma slip back
Know they on that cap cap
Yea my wrist is so damn icy
It be feeling like an ice pack

They say come back Reese, you next up
I'm riding in the Tesla
Two doors up and now I'm flexing
Bout to go and cop the next one

Got 2 4s like I'm Kobe
We riding round like 4 deep
Run up on us we gone pop you
Don't be messing with the brodies

Don't tempt me boy I'm chilling
I'll slice you up like Krillin
I got powers like a villain
Cause I'm flying to the ceiling

Life's a movie how I'm living
I'll still be on a mission
You know I got tunnel vision
The next song I'll still be killing

Now they got me in my Burkin
No don't close the curtains
Run up on me better swerve it
All my shooters they be lurking

Know you scared lil boy you stiff
I'll smoke you like a spliff
Boy don't even make a shift
Cause I'm a shooter I don't miss

Bring it back no I'm not finished
I'm going to the limit
Breaking records what you witnessed
They should put me in the Guinness

On my life straight to the top
I do it for the block
No I'm never gonna stop
Before I drop all of the Ops

My 4 by 4 got Kickback
Send shots better get back
Dropping bodies on this beat
And yea I know right where the bag at

Yea they think that imma slip back
Know they on that cap cap
Yea my wrist is so damn icy
It be feeling like an ice pack

They say come back Reese, you next up
I'm riding in the Tesla
Two doors up and now I'm flexing
Bout to go and cop the next one

Got 2 4s like I'm Kobe
We riding round like 4 deep
Run up on us we gone pop you
Don't be messing with the brodies



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Writer(s): Christian Louie Baello, Sean Horace Brown
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