Kickn sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
Ha, yeah
Fell in love with money
Fell in love with drugs
Fell in love with guns
R.I.P. Fredo, R.I.P Deathwish, for real
Yeah

[Chorus]
Back up on my bullsh*t
Your clique they be on that hoe sh*t
Leave an opp body up in the ocean
Saw the cops coming I was like "oh sh*t"
Yeah, yeah, countin' up all this big bank
Run up on me and you get hit with that thing
Kickin' sh*t call me Tyler Sensei, yeah
Y'all smoking on mid, y'all smoking on headache
I make a band up on a a bad day
They wanna know how much I make on a good day

[Verse]
Yeah they pocket watching on me
Got that pocket rocket on me
I ain't scared to kill you
I ain't scared to kill your homie
Oh you think I won't shoot?
Well you must not know me
Ballin' R.I.P. to Kobe
Perc killin' me slowly
Off five drugs I'm a O.D
Xan, perc, oxy, lean and that codeine
He got money but he ain't gonna show me
He got them Glocks but he ain't gonna show me
Got everything from A-Z
Bad hoe on the magazine
Glock 19 magazine
I know you hear it when it sing
I heard that y'all been witnessing
Bout to make things interesting
Gun him down then say I'm innocent
[Chorus]
Back up on my bullsh*t
Your clique they be on that hoe sh*t
Leave an opp body up in the ocean
Saw the cops coming I was like "oh sh*t"
Yeah, yeah, countin' up all this big bank
Run up on me and you get hit with that thing
Kickin' sh*t call me Tyler Sensei, yeah
Y'all smoking on mid, y'all smoking on headache
I make a band up on a a bad day
They wanna know how much I make on a good day