Kick Flavor lyrics

[Intro]
Huh
(DDot cold as a motherf*cker, on God), yeah
Huh
Yeah, b*tch, huh, uh, uh
Yeah
Yeah, hold on
Come on, bring it in
Alright, right there, turn it up
Yeah, hold on, get like this
Brrt, ooh

[Chorus]
Kick flavor, I'm the sh*t, ain't I?
Used to post up on the block with a big banger
p*ssy jit, I done growed up, now I'm the sh*t, ain't I?
Bought the b*tch a car and bought her bags, but can't sh*t change her
Finally done ran it up, now I'm tryna get a crib in Coral Gables
Super piped up, get stupid, I'll bring a table, set the table
I seen a n*gga slimin' a n*gga he grew up with just for the paper
Me and my brother, we locked forevеr, this sh*t ain't Cain and Abel, uh

[Verse]
I done seen a n*gga I love call thе tip line
My dog cuffed a ho, but when it came to my b*tch, we flipped mine
Seen a n*gga do a drill, then pulled up and tried to switch irons
Me and you, we ain't the same, my opps, I done killed mines
So what you think I'ma do 'bout my baby, you abort mines?
Leave the club drunk, come home, eat it like a pork rind
They see this whip I'm ridin' in, they can't afford mine
I only'll claim a bad b*tch, none of these whores mines
Mm, sh*t I think I want the Virgil handbag
I'm on n*ggas' tops, same place where the b*tch lace at
All them n*ggas that slept on me, pus*y n*gga, this the payback
Poppin' too much sh*t in the city, same place I caught my case at
Different n*gga, I still catch plays where I f*ckin' lay at
The feds listenin', I take that back, they say I shouldn't even say that
I hit the hood, I ask them young n*ggas what the f*ck is payback?
I'm in MIA with a Coke-bottle-shape b*tch, like where your waist at?
A different type of n*gga
Real rich n*gga and I'm playin' with different type of figures
A different type of head 'cause I'm totin' a different type of pistol
Hold on, ain't no rap n*gga, I go by a different type of system, uh
Deray don't answer, I call my mama phone like, "Mom, where Ray at?"
n*gga ain't swingin' the strap the right way, n*gga, I pull up and take that
I told that b*tch I was on the edge, not talkin' where my tape at
Caught me down, my b*tch cheated on me, I took her straight back
Came through, sprayed the ghost gun, tell them crackers to trace that
I been a big blood, you could pull up, ask K Stacks
Baby girl, your pus*y good, why would you waste that?
Waste that pus*y on a broke n*gga, it's hard to face that
[Chorus]
Kick flavor, I'm the sh*t, ain't I?
Used to post up on the block with a big banger
p*ssy jit, I done growed up, now I'm the sh*t, ain't I?
Bought the b*tch a car and bought her bags, but can't sh*t change her
Finally done ran it up, now I'm tryna get a crib in Coral Gables
Super piped up, get stupid, I'll bring a table, set the table
I seen a n*gga slimin' a n*gga he grew up with just for the paper
Me and my brother, we locked forever, this sh*t ain't Cain and Abel

[Outro]
(DDot cold as a motherf*cker, on God)