Kick Rocks (ChopNotSlop Remix)

Lyrics

[Chorus: Freddie Dredd] With my—with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang Freddie—the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain The chorus—the chorus said it, I just want your DNA Killing—killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame (Ain't for—) With my—with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang Freddie—the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain The chorus—the chorus said it, I just want your DNA Killing—killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame [Verse 1: Freddie Dredd] Kicking in your skull, it kinda hurt like Lego blocks The image mind-my mind is your neck in-knot-in-knot All these-All these groupie bitches, tell them go and k-rocks-rocks The Frеddie is exclusive to my bitch, and you arе not Plenty—plenty other people wanna be- And you are not Plenty—plenty other people wanna be- And you are not Plenty—plenty other people wanna be like me But they don't got the guts, or the gall, or the nuts Bitches-Bitches call me daddy, but I'm gonna k-eir daddy-daddy Smoke a fatty, I have had it, where's my gun-is-where is Bradley? [Chorus: Freddie Dredd] With my—with my—with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang Freddie—the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, ins-brain-brain The chorus—the chorus said it, I just want your-NA-NA-DN Killing—killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame [Bridge: Lil Darkie] Uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh-uh, uh Uh-Uh, uh, uh-uh [Verse 2: Lil Darkie] M-M-Money fallin' out my pockets while I run from the police I-I don't give a fuck, I cock it back, he done, there ain't no peace Money fallin' out my pockets while I run from the police I-I don't give a fuck, I cock it back, he done, there ain't- M-Money fallin' out my pockets while I run from the police I-I don't give a fuck, I cock it back, he done, there ain't no peace -rus-The chorus—the chorus hits like it's the hammer on the (piece-)piece M-motherfucker, what you talkin' 'bout? I'm slicker than some (grease-)grease Slide it—slide it on 'em with the choppa Sli-Sli-Sli-Slide it on 'em like a slip n' slide Wa-wa-water-wa-wa-wa-water on my neck, my Spanish ho say that shit agua C-C-Cocaína, that shit went through Nicaragua And-and yeah, I keep that pistol on me, that's my nigga stopper And-and fuck the way you think, I should be talking p-p-proper Put the AK-47, talkin' back like you his papa, uh P-P-Pop in at the opposition, with lead and copper, uh C-C-C-cock it back and let it bang What—what you hear in the music, hyper-violence in the pain The chorus—the chorus, don't tell you what you get- the fame-the fame More bitches for the killin' nigga— With my—with my—with my—with my [Chorus: Freddie Dredd & Lil Darkie] With my—with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang (Haha) Freddie—the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, ins-brain-brain The chorus—the chorus said it, I just want your DNA Killing—killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame (Ain't for—) With my—with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang Freddie—the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain The chorus—the chorus said it, I just want your DNA Killing—killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame