Kickback (feat. yungkorleone)

Uhh
Uhh
Uhhhh
U know my shit immma kick dat(kick dat)
I'm da freshest Nigga at the kickback
I get offended with a fit check
I won't een sign for no lil shit
I got the number to turn up the trap
Them bitches ain't even shipped yet(shipped yet)
I got dis bad bitch bumping my song
She Ain even know dat I did dat(did that)
She sent a pic in a wet tank top
I introduced her to phone sex
Swear that I'm done with sippin this drank
But I keep increasing the dosage(dosage)
I put her shoes on the bottom of the steps
Tell her get out let the door hit her(door hit her)
I'm blowing O's & playing with the smoke
Finessin this shit like an air bender
Uhhhhhh Ho already know Imma go getter
Pouring up 4s Imma lean sipper
Crank up a cat use a programmer
Feeling like The One nigga wassam
Why the feds on my trail know they can't jham me
Phone on slap got this shit jamming
Flex on a Nigga show 6 pack(6 Pack)
Ain't stun what they saying ion get into dat
Know I made a way
Ain't take long at all they riding the wave
Now my shoes no logo
1300 a bo nigga fuck what you paid
She wanna link that's promo
Might take me for a slave all these whips & chains on me
Just from the simple fact
I got this shit all out the bottom
Niggas shouldn't be hating on me
This expensive time
Know I'm tryna AP mine
Nigga can't get rid of this shìt
Know u might go blind any nigga reach he dying
Know I'm ending this shit
U know my shit immma kick dat I'm da freshest Nigga at the kickback
I get offended with a fit check
I won't een sign for no lil shit
I got the number to turn up the trap
Them bitches ain't even shipped yet
I got dis bad bitch bumping my song
She Ain even know dat I did dat
She sent a pic in a wet tank top
I introduced her to phone sex
Swear that I'm done with sipping this drank I keep increasing the dosage
I'm poring wock up
Tryna not wreck shit keep spilling over(spilling over)
I lost the wheel geek up off juice
I got it under control(under control)
I'm already knowing if ion do nothing else
Bet im gone work me a stove(work dat stove)
If I put my face on it this shit stamped
You know this 7 shit global(shit global)
Fuck what they told
They in the way run them over deez niggas flat
My pockets on BBL
We send bows through the mail
You know i get off pack yuhhh



Credits
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link