Kick UP
Late Friday nights
Man cinematic street lights
In an old building
Alcohol is pouring
While the bitches hoe'ing
Anticipation growing
Dimmed out lights, for the star showing
Get the club bumping is the main objective
Sipped on the drank, now we can't feel the pain
Bought a margarita, just for my señorita
Fine little bitch started dancing with
She dropped that thang' lower than Gibb's chain
She throwing it back like a Thursday photo
It's time to kick it up like Taekwondo dojo
No internet fame, so I don't care about your bro though
I play internet games, so send me those photos
Send me your booty, that line was so-so
I'll show you good times, but you can't get it to-go
We'll party all night
I'll show you how to float
I might not be "IT", but I am right now
Big ol' bars, so they're hidden in the ground
Try to dig it up, I bet it'll be a minute
Let me catch up, I bet it'll be a millisecond
Let me get my wrapping in, like an elf in the North Pole
I am just too cold, like Celo is the feature
But now I'm going cleaner
Man, I got to get the beat hurt
Looking like a Dirk fade, cause I am a leaner
No pauses in between, so I might say something gay
But I know damn well, I'm swinging fucking straight
Like Bryce Harper, home plate
Alright time to listen
It's a matter of seconds, since I last improved
So the this is the sequence
But back to the jumping
But back to the Kick Up
Get your fucking hands up
Like we're all for ransom
Get the club bumping is the main objective
Sipped on the drank, now we can't feel the pain
Bought a margarita, just for my señorita
Fine little bitch started dancing with
She dropped that thang' lower than Gibb's chain
She throwing it back like a Thursday photo
It's time to kick it up like Taekwondo dojo
I'll show you how to flow, like it's that time of month
I'll show you how to cook, like Gordan Ramsey
I'm a trusted link source, like TM to the Z
I know I'm special, man fuck what you see
I gave my boys crowns
Man future royalty
This is a different style
No Russel Westbrook 'fit
Don't hate on my shit
Or else you getting beat-down
This is for my home-town
So play this shit real loud
Time to kick it up
Like a damn soccer ball
I'm way too damn high
I'm never going to fall
Been trying to run the bills up
No tax fraud
Nice fucking speakers
So hear the energy
Man cinematic street lights
In an old building
Alcohol is pouring
While the bitches hoe'ing
Anticipation growing
Dimmed out lights, for the star showing
Get the club bumping is the main objective
Sipped on the drank, now we can't feel the pain
Bought a margarita, just for my señorita
Fine little bitch started dancing with
She dropped that thang' lower than Gibb's chain
She throwing it back like a Thursday photo
It's time to kick it up like Taekwondo dojo
No internet fame, so I don't care about your bro though
I play internet games, so send me those photos
Send me your booty, that line was so-so
I'll show you good times, but you can't get it to-go
We'll party all night
I'll show you how to float
I might not be "IT", but I am right now
Big ol' bars, so they're hidden in the ground
Try to dig it up, I bet it'll be a minute
Let me catch up, I bet it'll be a millisecond
Let me get my wrapping in, like an elf in the North Pole
I am just too cold, like Celo is the feature
But now I'm going cleaner
Man, I got to get the beat hurt
Looking like a Dirk fade, cause I am a leaner
No pauses in between, so I might say something gay
But I know damn well, I'm swinging fucking straight
Like Bryce Harper, home plate
Alright time to listen
It's a matter of seconds, since I last improved
So the this is the sequence
But back to the jumping
But back to the Kick Up
Get your fucking hands up
Like we're all for ransom
Get the club bumping is the main objective
Sipped on the drank, now we can't feel the pain
Bought a margarita, just for my señorita
Fine little bitch started dancing with
She dropped that thang' lower than Gibb's chain
She throwing it back like a Thursday photo
It's time to kick it up like Taekwondo dojo
I'll show you how to flow, like it's that time of month
I'll show you how to cook, like Gordan Ramsey
I'm a trusted link source, like TM to the Z
I know I'm special, man fuck what you see
I gave my boys crowns
Man future royalty
This is a different style
No Russel Westbrook 'fit
Don't hate on my shit
Or else you getting beat-down
This is for my home-town
So play this shit real loud
Time to kick it up
Like a damn soccer ball
I'm way too damn high
I'm never going to fall
Been trying to run the bills up
No tax fraud
Nice fucking speakers
So hear the energy
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Writer(s): Germán García
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