Kick Ass

Lyrics

[Intro] Bitch, I'm getting slow head 'cause the whip fast Ha-ha, yeah [Verse] Bitch, I'm getting slow head 'cause the whip fast Scrolling through my DMs, every bitch bad Sprint's most wanted, walking out with six jacks Tote a big MAG, fuck I look like tryna kick ass? "Show's over, motherfuckers" Bro got a four in his two-liter, he don't know Dugg I just want the head off yo neck, baby, I don't want love I just drop four on the set, baby, I ain't no bum If I catch him out, give him smoke, I ain't selling no drugs Whole gang got cash, she gon' throw a lil' head Unc' liver 'bout to fail but his cup still red You was all gassed up, now that pump to yo head If it's up then you gotta know it's stuck till you dead Lil' nigga with some big pape' Five dollar white tee on but my kicks eight Flying in a UFO, I ain't in spacе Gotta know the only thing I care about is Ben Franks Say shе love me? I only love cheese Two hoes but it's only one me Two poles but I'm only one deep I could never be the Wimpy Kid, bitch, I touch cheese Gang and 'em pouring drank in the Asian pop Two-five-motherfucking-eight, I been chasing guap Got his lil' heart broke thinking he gon' save a thot Pull up with them big bop sticks and he raised the block I done broke the money counter running through some new pape' "Buh-len-kuh-na-nas", that's what my shoe say Real hoes don't exist, every bitch two-faced Thinking I'm a lick? Hunnid beams to yo toupée I ain't recognize my ho 'cause she bought a new face 750 got me zipped up in some new BAPE V12 in the AMG, hogging two lanes Glock 23'll leave him sick like The Flu Game Swinging two sticks, nunchuking like I'm Liu Kang Rich as hell, still mask up, brodie Bruce Wayne We was shitting way before you niggas ever knew gang Four sticks in this whip, it's like I'm playing two games Catch him mean-mugging through his buffs, I'ma shoot frame Stepping in this bitch got me fucking up my shoe, gang "GOAT" and "Big Shitter", them my only two names New bitch head bomb, she my lil' Hussein Cheating on my bitch, every day I get some new brain He ain't thinking with his egg? Bake it like some soufflé How the fuck my whip on Ocean Drive but the roof ain't? Mister Bell and the Aubrey Graham, I got two Dracs Four hunnid dollars, all a nigga bought was two steaks Catch him in and send the club up like it's Tuesday Let a nigga say it's up with us, that's his doomsday In the Oven Mitt, it ain't shit to get yo crew baked If you slide, 7.62s make yo coupe break I'll punch a opp head in, make his tooth break Seven hunnid horses, bitch, I'm zooming up the two-way They be tryna talk like we ain't shitting, nigga, who ain't?