KICK ft. TWEET MACK Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Huh

We pull up in different whips, I'm the type to get you hit

Too much ice up on my wrist Why the fuck you throw a diss

I'm the type to get you flipped I just took another trip

We skrrt off and let shit kick That shit they on is not my twist

I'm the type to fuck and dip Go in the booth go hit for hit

Count your guns, go stick for stick It's a robbery, go lick for lick

I can make your bitch lick my dick I can fuck but her pussy with fish

I slap the shit out a nigga If he ever think that he can mention my name in a diss

Okay, we go fast, we cannot stop it Tell lil' bro he better watch it

We the type get out of pocket He got hype and then I socked him

I black out, I'm not a gothic My life crazy as shit, psychotic

Too much drip up in my closet Niggas know I been a topic

If he talkin' tough, he get hit with that Caught him on sight, hit him with that fye

Clip hold a hunnid, Bro to be servin' that D, pause

Bitch ride a dick like yee-haw Hundred pounds of pressure gon' break his jaw

First day out of jail, I was mad horny Shittin' on these boys like a port-a-potty

These niggas mad corny I just fucked a bitch with another bitch

And another bitch, I call that an orgy He got hit with twenty plus another twenty

Altogether he got forty

we pull up in different whips I'm the type to get you hit

Too much ice up on my wrist Why the fuck you throw a diss

I'm the type to get you flip I just took another trip

We skirt off and let shit kick That shit they on is not my twist

I'm the type to fuck and dip Go in the booth, go hit for hit

Count your guns, go stick for stick It's a robbery, go lick for lick

I can make your bitch lick my dick I can fuck but her pussy was fish

I'll slap the shit out a nigga If he ever think that he can mention my name in a diss