Kickin' Flavor ft. GA's9 Lyrics

Tell me that you ridin but you aint

You the scary type and thats just why you cant

Im so tired of all these mf'n lames

Still two faced and neither in the game

Keep on hatin but im way above ya range

Bruh dont talk to me dont even drop my name

Get actin sideways I hit you wit dat aim

Over here ain ridin round with nun but gang, aint nun but gang

Dont play pull up pronto

Tryna pay me head honcho

Catch me in the field like a bronco

Shotout to my plugs slash vatos

Roll these things up got alot though

Cold like the snow but im hot though

Allstar at both but im not bo

Call it what you want but i got flow

Automarred wrist on lock glow

Real money mitch and ill cop those

Get the money fast just make another flip

GA's9 boy how you so slick

Not so fast cant tell ya how i tick

Call me john wayne gota banger on my hip

Tryna race me ima end up with a slip

Been off the L yea never not trippin

Been in the hood wit my bigs just crippin

Wave on the surfboard yea im rippin

Messin with the wrong one end up missin

Lost sanchez and fresh to prison

Hit me when you out boys got dese missions

Snowin on my neck boy yea i glisten

Life so short so many decisons

Once i seen it then i had to go and get it

Try and mark my name i keep erasas

XD40 on the table and its faced up

Rock that fendi but these saci's bitch im laced up

Lil boy why you so broke get you a paystub we li

Tell me that you ridin but you aint

You the scary type and thats just why you cant

Im so tired of all these mf'n lames

Still two faced and neither in the game

Keep on hatin but im way above ya range

Bruh dont talk to me dont even drop my name

Get actin sideways I hit you wit dat aim

Over here ain ridin round with nun but gang, aint nun but gang

Oka it’s rack season

How you percolating

Got new stacks up in my jeans

Ya I been working baby

They trying to knock me off my shine

And I can’t let em take

So much green up in my pocket

Think my wallet racist

Everyday you off

Well tell me how that feel

I been dripping sauce

I been switching wheels

When I make

They gone try to tell me it ain’t real

I run wit bosses

But we all got our own different skills

Trynna pull r3 Youngin

I might hit ya block

See im the coolest cat town

You can’t say I’m not

Got my foot up to they neck

Until a nigga pop

Even then I’m on 10

That’s just how I rock

They didn’t wanna take me serious

I guess I’m underrated

My Niggas Trynna hit a lick

Cause they ain’t got no patience

Everybody got a shooter

Mine don’t Leave no traces

On my shit I’m standing tall

Big feet like Lil baby

Tell me that you ridin but you aint

You the scary type and thats just why you cant

Im so tired of all these mf'n lames

Still two faced and neither in the game

Keep on hatin but im way above ya range

Bruh dont talk to me dont even drop my name

Get actin sideways I hit you wit dat aim

Over here ain ridin round with nun but gang, aint nun but gang