Kick-Back (feat. Jo$h, Azo, Drae & Skiz)

Just bought a birkin
Just to hold my Ak
Hopping out a cream colored
Whip, call that may-day
Piss on a bitch
Just like R.K
Swish on a bitch
Just like M.J
Dance on a bitch
Just like Ray J
Hop out
Spray a nigga
Call that kooday
Yeah, I got a tool stick
Ay, uh she a little bad bitch
Uh, ay she a little bad bitch
I got bricks just to walk them in the street
I got bitches just to walk them in the street
I got bitches just to make sure that I eat
I got chefs just to make sure that we feast
Beam on the glock
We go leave him on the scene
Young nigga
He go get you
He go do that for me
Suck dick, she go get on top
And suck me

Alright
Double cup, this aint liquor
This exotic punch
She went to New York
And spent a K' on lunch
Took that bitch to my crib
And now she go munch
I just hit some Za
And now I'm crunched
Money chaser, bag getter
Bitch I'm never broke
My gun like a poet
Cause murder what it wrote

Russian bitch, Ivanka
She go ride me like a foreign car
Goated on the mic
So you might need another bar
I'm Philly with the eagle
Little boy, way over par
Cartel how I make bread
Kill you for some black tar

Brand new Bugatti
So watch how fast this bitch slide
When I shoot, don't miss
Like Curry so he fucking dies
She asked me what I smoke
Told her, bitch its turtle pie
Body shit like Glen Davis
A baby boy he boutta cry

Chopper turnt him to ash
Fire like a Charizard
He go duck smoke like Donald
So I pull a Trump card
Trying to touch my dick
Ugly bitch can't get me hard
Catch bodies, Westbrook
Stupid, better up his guard

Gang, huh what
Pop out with a new glock
With a new chop
If a nigga talk down
Got a (Uh)
Knock him out his Reeboks
I don't really give a fuck, with a
Got a kick-back on my fucking new glock
Got a XD' its go pop, pop
If a nigga talking down
He get shot, shot
I don't give a fuck
Go on josh
I don't really give a fuck
He getting drop,dropped
Imma call up for the brodie
Finna drop, drop
I don't really give a fuck
He a opp, opp
He gotta go, go
I'm on go, go
I don't really give a fuck
On the go pro
We go really get that shit
On the GoPro
And you know I'm really, really
On the go, go
Gang

Uh, yeah
He said
Hold on, wait a minute
Let me talk my shit
Niggas really mad
Cause I took their bitch
Rule number one
Can't forget your stick
Yall niggas not trappers
Can't flip a zip
Free my nigga Omi
You know he ain't snitch

Nigga, he ain't snitch
Yall niggas not traps
Can't flip a zip
Yall niggas not in the field
Yall niggas bitch, huh
Yeah
Yall niggas bitch
I can smell it from a far
Yeah, yall niggas bitch
Yeah, that nigga fucking pussy
Yeah, that nigga snitched
I can smell it from a far
Yeah, that nigga snitched, huh
Smoking out the zip
Smoking out the zip with wodie (Uh)
Smoking out the zip with with wodie
I'm off the (Uh)
Sippin of the (Uh)
Gang



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Writer(s): Sky Q
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