Kickin' It
I'm on a whole 'nother level
I'm on a whole 'nother level
I'm on a whole 'nother level
I'm on a, huh, okay
Feel like I'm Nas on a cheval
Wrestle the cash like it's Greco
I be chilling, but never just there, bro
Why, cuz I'm on a whole 'nother level
Like brodie, we is not adjacent
When I talk, you'll hear what I'm saying
Got a GAT, you'll feel what I'm saying
Got a tact', you'll hear when spraying
Never mind, I need racks by the boatload
Wasn't mute, just ain't talk to you lame folks
Only talk if we talk about pesos
Feel like Jigga, but never sold yayo
I been chasing that green, that's a fact
I ain't see you, oh wait, overlapped
I need racks since I emptied my stash
I been chasing that cheese like a trap
Not no rat, so you need to relax
Was on WIC, sippin' on Similac
When a nigga was livin' in Brightwood
Was in Washington, shooting, straight cash (Swish!)
I don't know you lil' bro, so back back
Was in school in the back of the class
Headphones in cuz these niggas was trash
I was kickin' it, feel like I'm Jack
We makin plays, soliloquies
Fucked a country bitch, called her a Squibilly
In and out states, ain't talking eats
I been dodging yo bitch cuz she want the meat
Prolly heard you was a loser, on me!
Puppet boy, he Monokuma's homie
What maneuver can be smoother than me
Getting bread and breaking with family (Shout out Chris Smoove)
Pop shit, uh
No cap, I'm never dishonest, uh
I keep a stick when I'm rockin', uh
Jig in yo bitch when I pop it, uh
Yeah, yeah
Or bop it, uh
Never mind, nigga just cool it, uh
Fuck it, I've been the whole movement, uh
Kickin' it, feel like I'm Rudy, uh
Yeah!
Spicy boy, I'm hotter than wasabi
And a nigga higher than the Rockies
Can't fuck with these boys cuz they be plotting
Lord, forgive me, boy cuz I'm a sock 'em
And I'm getting head up in the lobbies
Wait, that yo lil' bitch? She tryn' top me
I just booked a trip, it's in the Maldives
And they said, "Lil' $tan, you're so appalling
Big ol' coat cover my torso, uh
I'm 'bout to walk 'cross John Marshall, woo
I'm Dame, you more like Jay Pargo, uhh
White bitch, suck dick, she from Fargo (uhh)
With the stick I feel like Scottie Pippen, uh
.33 feel like Danny Granger, uh
Move through the pack, I'm a ranger, uh
Niggas talking shit, well they in danger, uh
Man, I love the green like Jayson Tatum, woo!
And I gotta go
I been getting bank, I might just cop some gold
I can't fuck with that lil' bitch cuz she's a hoe
Had to switch the flow
And I brag and boast
I been getting bank, my stacks fill out the floor
Ain't nobody finna really touch the G.O.A.T.
Bound to fuck ya hoe
Can't fuck with them boys, call them Geronimo
Cuz these niggas be rattin'
They said, "Pcht, pcht, pcht,"
And these niggas be cappin'
But they was never 'bout that action
I get the guap, and I ain't never really trappin'
And Ion never wanna up it
But if a nigga wanna dump it, muhfucka' stop actin'
Muhfucka', stop actin'
I'm really coachin' these niggas
Man, I feel like Phil Jackson
Uh!
I'm on a whole 'nother level
I'm on a whole 'nother level
I'm on a, huh, okay
Feel like I'm Nas on a cheval
Wrestle the cash like it's Greco
I be chilling, but never just there, bro
Why, cuz I'm on a whole 'nother level
Like brodie, we is not adjacent
When I talk, you'll hear what I'm saying
Got a GAT, you'll feel what I'm saying
Got a tact', you'll hear when spraying
Never mind, I need racks by the boatload
Wasn't mute, just ain't talk to you lame folks
Only talk if we talk about pesos
Feel like Jigga, but never sold yayo
I been chasing that green, that's a fact
I ain't see you, oh wait, overlapped
I need racks since I emptied my stash
I been chasing that cheese like a trap
Not no rat, so you need to relax
Was on WIC, sippin' on Similac
When a nigga was livin' in Brightwood
Was in Washington, shooting, straight cash (Swish!)
I don't know you lil' bro, so back back
Was in school in the back of the class
Headphones in cuz these niggas was trash
I was kickin' it, feel like I'm Jack
We makin plays, soliloquies
Fucked a country bitch, called her a Squibilly
In and out states, ain't talking eats
I been dodging yo bitch cuz she want the meat
Prolly heard you was a loser, on me!
Puppet boy, he Monokuma's homie
What maneuver can be smoother than me
Getting bread and breaking with family (Shout out Chris Smoove)
Pop shit, uh
No cap, I'm never dishonest, uh
I keep a stick when I'm rockin', uh
Jig in yo bitch when I pop it, uh
Yeah, yeah
Or bop it, uh
Never mind, nigga just cool it, uh
Fuck it, I've been the whole movement, uh
Kickin' it, feel like I'm Rudy, uh
Yeah!
Spicy boy, I'm hotter than wasabi
And a nigga higher than the Rockies
Can't fuck with these boys cuz they be plotting
Lord, forgive me, boy cuz I'm a sock 'em
And I'm getting head up in the lobbies
Wait, that yo lil' bitch? She tryn' top me
I just booked a trip, it's in the Maldives
And they said, "Lil' $tan, you're so appalling
Big ol' coat cover my torso, uh
I'm 'bout to walk 'cross John Marshall, woo
I'm Dame, you more like Jay Pargo, uhh
White bitch, suck dick, she from Fargo (uhh)
With the stick I feel like Scottie Pippen, uh
.33 feel like Danny Granger, uh
Move through the pack, I'm a ranger, uh
Niggas talking shit, well they in danger, uh
Man, I love the green like Jayson Tatum, woo!
And I gotta go
I been getting bank, I might just cop some gold
I can't fuck with that lil' bitch cuz she's a hoe
Had to switch the flow
And I brag and boast
I been getting bank, my stacks fill out the floor
Ain't nobody finna really touch the G.O.A.T.
Bound to fuck ya hoe
Can't fuck with them boys, call them Geronimo
Cuz these niggas be rattin'
They said, "Pcht, pcht, pcht,"
And these niggas be cappin'
But they was never 'bout that action
I get the guap, and I ain't never really trappin'
And Ion never wanna up it
But if a nigga wanna dump it, muhfucka' stop actin'
Muhfucka', stop actin'
I'm really coachin' these niggas
Man, I feel like Phil Jackson
Uh!
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