Kick Back
Young yougin with a point to prove, you won't
Catch me with the posing crews I can't ever
Fuck around with opposin' dudes
Bad bad chick, she got MJ moves, I'm like
Kick back and we sippin' on the potion
Puffin' on the dro and this bitch want a load in
Put it in her front end then she finna open
I been on the cusp but, I ain't really copin'
Couple biddie baddies on my lap
Blazin' up the Cali hit my plug up with a dap
I was always quiet lil' mouse at the back
You ain't felt nothin' boy I'm comin' out the trap (Aye!)
Bad bitch and a spliff in a Meriton like Fortay
Biddie be my honey, tell her "Fuck me like it's porn", wait
Choppin' up a quarter and she oughta order foreplay
Then I kill the pussy like a teen up on D-day
This a marathon I ain't never sprintin'
Name another cunt who finna go the distance
Fuck an eighth man, I need my bud prolific
Make her legs ache, that's a Covid symptom
Lockdown hit it was an open business
Screamin' "Fuck jacks" Jill's juxtaposition
I'm a stoned cunt, man got the coppers trippin'
So you think I give a fuck about your prohibitions?
Uhh!
Young yougin with a point to prove, you won't
Catch me with the posing crews I can't ever
Fuck around with opposin' dudes
Bad bad chick, she got MJ moves, I'm like
Kick back and we sippin' on the potion
Puffin' on the dro and this bitch want a load in
Put it in her front end then she finna open
I been on the cusp but, I ain't really copin'
I done came back to this shit
Every time I write I gotta question a bit
I just wanna spit on some classical shit
Cement my name 'til it's hard as it's gets
How you do the minimum thinkin' you'll get in rhythm?
Motherfucker you ain't into the same shit, I been killin' it
Baddie gettin' intimate, pussy sweeter than cinnamon
I put it on her tits and she twerk it like she Dominican
I don't even trip cause you fuckers just sound illiterate
Single syllables when you spit, it ain't deliberate
You're just fuckin' shit bro, admit it the shit's embarrassin'
Nah my name ain't Jim, but the game is shit imma carry it
Put it on my back, she got bigger racks like it Thugger
I done fucked her once and she want me back she be buggin'
'Cause the kid be fly and he fuckin' her like no other
Guess I did alright for a dude that came out the gutter
Day 'n' night I stay writin' like I was Cudder
Pay the price if you wildin' I'll call your mother
Maybe fuck her no rubber until she bussin'
I'm just playin' 'cause my bitch finna bang smoother than butter
Why you think I cuffed her? There's no trust for my bruvvas
I realised it on acid was seein' shit like it's shutter
Got the bud up in the saddie, a couple ounces to cut up
Fuck the coppers I won't give a confession 'cause I ain't Usher
2 in the front, 3 in the back puffin'
23 grams on the scales, that's nothin'
Add up the peeps in the car like fuck it
5 more grams that's an O boy, chop it
I just gotta spit for a minute to let the speaker blow
If you tryna find where I'll be in brissy it's 420
If she tryna die she can hit me up on my celly phone
I'll be tryna wrestle ya bitch, go Rey Mysterio
Young yougin with a point to prove, you won't
Catch me with the posing crews I can't ever
Fuck around with opposin' dudes
Bad bad chick, she got MJ moves, I'm like
Kick back and we sippin' on the potion
Puffin' on the dro and this bitch want a load in
Put it in her front end then she finna open
I been on the cusp but, I ain't really copin'
Catch me with the posing crews I can't ever
Fuck around with opposin' dudes
Bad bad chick, she got MJ moves, I'm like
Kick back and we sippin' on the potion
Puffin' on the dro and this bitch want a load in
Put it in her front end then she finna open
I been on the cusp but, I ain't really copin'
Couple biddie baddies on my lap
Blazin' up the Cali hit my plug up with a dap
I was always quiet lil' mouse at the back
You ain't felt nothin' boy I'm comin' out the trap (Aye!)
Bad bitch and a spliff in a Meriton like Fortay
Biddie be my honey, tell her "Fuck me like it's porn", wait
Choppin' up a quarter and she oughta order foreplay
Then I kill the pussy like a teen up on D-day
This a marathon I ain't never sprintin'
Name another cunt who finna go the distance
Fuck an eighth man, I need my bud prolific
Make her legs ache, that's a Covid symptom
Lockdown hit it was an open business
Screamin' "Fuck jacks" Jill's juxtaposition
I'm a stoned cunt, man got the coppers trippin'
So you think I give a fuck about your prohibitions?
Uhh!
Young yougin with a point to prove, you won't
Catch me with the posing crews I can't ever
Fuck around with opposin' dudes
Bad bad chick, she got MJ moves, I'm like
Kick back and we sippin' on the potion
Puffin' on the dro and this bitch want a load in
Put it in her front end then she finna open
I been on the cusp but, I ain't really copin'
I done came back to this shit
Every time I write I gotta question a bit
I just wanna spit on some classical shit
Cement my name 'til it's hard as it's gets
How you do the minimum thinkin' you'll get in rhythm?
Motherfucker you ain't into the same shit, I been killin' it
Baddie gettin' intimate, pussy sweeter than cinnamon
I put it on her tits and she twerk it like she Dominican
I don't even trip cause you fuckers just sound illiterate
Single syllables when you spit, it ain't deliberate
You're just fuckin' shit bro, admit it the shit's embarrassin'
Nah my name ain't Jim, but the game is shit imma carry it
Put it on my back, she got bigger racks like it Thugger
I done fucked her once and she want me back she be buggin'
'Cause the kid be fly and he fuckin' her like no other
Guess I did alright for a dude that came out the gutter
Day 'n' night I stay writin' like I was Cudder
Pay the price if you wildin' I'll call your mother
Maybe fuck her no rubber until she bussin'
I'm just playin' 'cause my bitch finna bang smoother than butter
Why you think I cuffed her? There's no trust for my bruvvas
I realised it on acid was seein' shit like it's shutter
Got the bud up in the saddie, a couple ounces to cut up
Fuck the coppers I won't give a confession 'cause I ain't Usher
2 in the front, 3 in the back puffin'
23 grams on the scales, that's nothin'
Add up the peeps in the car like fuck it
5 more grams that's an O boy, chop it
I just gotta spit for a minute to let the speaker blow
If you tryna find where I'll be in brissy it's 420
If she tryna die she can hit me up on my celly phone
I'll be tryna wrestle ya bitch, go Rey Mysterio
Young yougin with a point to prove, you won't
Catch me with the posing crews I can't ever
Fuck around with opposin' dudes
Bad bad chick, she got MJ moves, I'm like
Kick back and we sippin' on the potion
Puffin' on the dro and this bitch want a load in
Put it in her front end then she finna open
I been on the cusp but, I ain't really copin'
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