Darkside (feat. Webstaw)
Kick a bitch out
Kick a bitch out the crib
If they ain't fucking with the homies then that bitch shouldn't live
Say kick a bitch out
Get that bitch out my crib
Me and my brothers going up and we ain't part of your clique
I say pardon my language if i rap profusely
My money stretch long, like it's monkey d luffy
I'm laughin at a clown cause that shit look goofy
The way you rockin prada, dior, and gucci
It ain't all about the funds thats rich
I don't need a check to be on my own shit
Cause that music don't pay like its supposed to do
So tell me what the fuck am i supposed to do
Ima just get at this shit with my raps
I don't need knives or a blade or a strap
I don't got time to be put in the back
So ima just level till i hit the max
I got my family right to the side
Fake ones done left and my god in the skies
You an impostor i see your disguise
Ain't with the bullshit i ain't with the lies
Ain't with the lies bitch
She yo girl and my side bitch
I know people gon ride bitch
We go fast we make miles bitch
I been here for a while bitch
You ain't up you a child bitch
You the plane i'm the pilot
She like the way i be stylish stylish
Kick a bitch out
Kick a bitch out the crib
If they ain't fucking with the homies then that bitch shouldn't live
Say kick a bitch out
Get that bitch out my crib
Me and my brothers going up and we ain't part of your clique
Yall never seen the dark side
Hit a nigga wit a 4-5
Smoke weed so i'm more higher
Spit dope so it's more fire
No time for a slow demise
Kick shit into overdrive
Seen death ain't afraid to die
But a nigga still flesh in the matrix mind you
Still lost but the stars can find you
Blue pill keep ya mind confined too
Red pill and the stars align
Y'all really ain't vibe with an awesome mind
Yeah I need a few concubines
And one or two drugs that I might combine
Pour a little white wine then i set the vibe right
Bro you gotta get your mind right
Or at least getchyo neck right
Throwing hands like a fist fight
Give a fuck if you dislike
Still high never missed flights
And i'm up in your bitch right
I make em nervous, when i work it
Whip it back and the bitches back hurtin
Looking back couple stacks it was not worth it
She hit me back like "you a bad person"
Kick a bitch out the crib
If they ain't fucking with the homies then that bitch shouldn't live
Say kick a bitch out
Get that bitch out my crib
Me and my brothers going up and we ain't part of your clique
I say pardon my language if i rap profusely
My money stretch long, like it's monkey d luffy
I'm laughin at a clown cause that shit look goofy
The way you rockin prada, dior, and gucci
It ain't all about the funds thats rich
I don't need a check to be on my own shit
Cause that music don't pay like its supposed to do
So tell me what the fuck am i supposed to do
Ima just get at this shit with my raps
I don't need knives or a blade or a strap
I don't got time to be put in the back
So ima just level till i hit the max
I got my family right to the side
Fake ones done left and my god in the skies
You an impostor i see your disguise
Ain't with the bullshit i ain't with the lies
Ain't with the lies bitch
She yo girl and my side bitch
I know people gon ride bitch
We go fast we make miles bitch
I been here for a while bitch
You ain't up you a child bitch
You the plane i'm the pilot
She like the way i be stylish stylish
Kick a bitch out
Kick a bitch out the crib
If they ain't fucking with the homies then that bitch shouldn't live
Say kick a bitch out
Get that bitch out my crib
Me and my brothers going up and we ain't part of your clique
Yall never seen the dark side
Hit a nigga wit a 4-5
Smoke weed so i'm more higher
Spit dope so it's more fire
No time for a slow demise
Kick shit into overdrive
Seen death ain't afraid to die
But a nigga still flesh in the matrix mind you
Still lost but the stars can find you
Blue pill keep ya mind confined too
Red pill and the stars align
Y'all really ain't vibe with an awesome mind
Yeah I need a few concubines
And one or two drugs that I might combine
Pour a little white wine then i set the vibe right
Bro you gotta get your mind right
Or at least getchyo neck right
Throwing hands like a fist fight
Give a fuck if you dislike
Still high never missed flights
And i'm up in your bitch right
I make em nervous, when i work it
Whip it back and the bitches back hurtin
Looking back couple stacks it was not worth it
She hit me back like "you a bad person"
Credits
Writer(s): Jovaughn Webster
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