Kick Flavor

歌詞

Huh (DDot cold as a motherfucker, on God), yeah Huh Yeah, bitch, huh, uh, uh Yeah Yeah, hold on Come on, bring it in Alright, right there, turn it up Yeah, hold on, get like this Brrt, ooh Kick flavor, I'm the shit, ain't I? Used to post up on the block with a big banger Pissy jit, I done growed up, now I'm the shit, ain't I? Bought the bitch a car and bought her bags, but can't shit change her Finally done ran it up, now I'm tryna get a crib in Coral Gables Super piped up, get stupid, I'll bring a table, set the table I seen a nigga slimin' a nigga he grew up with just for the paper Me and my brother, we locked forever, this shit ain't Cain and Abel, uh I done seen a nigga I love call the tip line My dog cuffed a ho, but when it came to my bitch, we flipped mine Seen a nigga do a drill, then pulled up and tried to switch irons Me and you, we ain't the same, my opps, I done killed mines So what you think I'ma do 'bout my baby, you abort mines? Leave the club drunk, come home, eat it like a pork rind They see this whip I'm ridin' in, they can't afford mine I only'll claim a bad bitch, none of these whores mines Mm, shit I think I want the Virgil handbag I'm on niggas' tops, same place where the bitch lace at All them niggas that slept on me, pussy nigga, this the payback Poppin' too much shit in the city, same place I caught my case at Different nigga, I still catch plays where I fuckin' lay at The feds listenin', I take that back, they say I shouldn't even say that I hit the hood, I ask them young niggas what the fuck is payback? I'm in MIA with a Coke-bottle-shape bitch, like where your waist at? A different type of nigga Real rich nigga and I'm playin' with different type of figures A different type of head 'cause I'm totin' a different type of pistol Hold on, ain't no rap nigga, I go by a different type of system, uh Deray don't answer, I call my mama phone like, "Mom, where Ray at?" Nigga ain't swingin' the strap the right way, nigga, I pull up and take that I told that bitch I was on the edge, not talkin' where my tape at Caught me down, my bitch cheated on me, I took her straight back Came through, sprayed the ghost gun, tell them crackers to trace that I been a big blood, you could pull up, ask K Stacks Baby girl, your pussy good, why would you waste that? Waste that pussy on a broke nigga, it's hard to face that Kick flavor, I'm the shit, ain't I? Used to post up on the block with a big banger Pissy jit, I done growed up, now I'm the shit, ain't I? Bought the bitch a car and bought her bags, but can't shit change her Finally done ran it up, now I'm tryna get a crib in Coral Gables Super piped up, get stupid, I'll bring a table, set the table I seen a nigga slimin' a nigga he grew up with just for the paper Me and my brother, we locked forever, this shit ain't Cain and Abel (DDot cold as a motherfucker, on God)