Kick Rocks
You know the chase don't stop
On my grind till I drop
I need green lots of guac
Aim a beam at your top
Shawty love the way I walk
Shawty love the way I talk
Tell a bitch to jump, that girl gon play hopscotch
I'm in my bag, I'm not worried bout thots
Do me dirty one time, and that hoe gon get blocked
Leave me alone, baby girl go kick rocks
Need you out my life, baby girl go get lost
I'm the only one, I can rely on
Gettin' to the money, that's a hill I can die on
Leave it in the past, let bygones be bygones
Snakes in the grass, I ain't fuckin' with these pythons
You know that I'm cheap, I could never leave the lights on
Got me all mad, now you actin' all nice huh
Had me downbad, now I don't even like ya
Got me so wrong it ain't worth it to right ya
I got too much to prove, and nothing to lose
My eyes are on the bag, till I ball like Babe Ruth
I don't fuck with rules, I live by my own
Tell me what to do, and she gon be alone
Keep callin' me, I'm tired of my ringtone
Don't wanna be with you, yeah I'd rather be stoned
Say she misses me she's just a girl in my phone
I won't spin bout you, no I'm not a cyclone
You know the chase don't stop
On my grind till I drop
I need green lots of guac
Aim a beam at your top
Shawty love the way I walk
Shawty love the way I talk
Tell a bitch to jump, that girl gon play hopscotch
I'm in my bag, I'm not worried bout thots
Do me dirty one time, and that hoe gon get blocked
Leave me alone, baby girl go kick rocks
Need you out my life, baby girl go get lost
On my grind till I drop
I need green lots of guac
Aim a beam at your top
Shawty love the way I walk
Shawty love the way I talk
Tell a bitch to jump, that girl gon play hopscotch
I'm in my bag, I'm not worried bout thots
Do me dirty one time, and that hoe gon get blocked
Leave me alone, baby girl go kick rocks
Need you out my life, baby girl go get lost
I'm the only one, I can rely on
Gettin' to the money, that's a hill I can die on
Leave it in the past, let bygones be bygones
Snakes in the grass, I ain't fuckin' with these pythons
You know that I'm cheap, I could never leave the lights on
Got me all mad, now you actin' all nice huh
Had me downbad, now I don't even like ya
Got me so wrong it ain't worth it to right ya
I got too much to prove, and nothing to lose
My eyes are on the bag, till I ball like Babe Ruth
I don't fuck with rules, I live by my own
Tell me what to do, and she gon be alone
Keep callin' me, I'm tired of my ringtone
Don't wanna be with you, yeah I'd rather be stoned
Say she misses me she's just a girl in my phone
I won't spin bout you, no I'm not a cyclone
You know the chase don't stop
On my grind till I drop
I need green lots of guac
Aim a beam at your top
Shawty love the way I walk
Shawty love the way I talk
Tell a bitch to jump, that girl gon play hopscotch
I'm in my bag, I'm not worried bout thots
Do me dirty one time, and that hoe gon get blocked
Leave me alone, baby girl go kick rocks
Need you out my life, baby girl go get lost
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Writer(s): Adam De Julius
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