Lil Yachty, Based Savage - 1-800-KICKADOE lyrics

(up, go) i don't do no talking
These niggas play gangster but
They don’t be sparking atlanta be barking
I move like a Spartan but look like a Martian
All my niggas strapped
Taliban whip them bands up (1-800-kickadoe)
Yeah, yeah (Ayy) , yeah, ayy (1-800-KICKADOE)
Yeah, whip them bands up
(Trap-A-Holics, bitch)

All my niggas strapped
Taliban whip them bands up
Don't try my mans, oops, he done ran up
1-800-KICKADOE, bitch, put your hands up
Shot him in the back, he paralyzed
He can't stand up

Kevin Hart ass nigga (yeah)
Bitch, this ain’t no stand-up
I'm really kicking doors with your
Hoes like I'm Santa
Thirsty hoes on my line, bitch, drink a Fanta
Hitting licks, busting moves but nah
I ain't no dancer
That nigga don't want smoke
I'll give that nigga cancer (Cancer)
Riding around town with the gang
East Atlanta
I'm shitting on these niggas (Bitch)
Bitch, I need a pamper
I'll really beat your ass you can
Call me the Black Panther
(The Black Panther)

All my niggas strapped
Taliban whip them bands up
Don’t try my mans, oops, he done ran up
1-800-KICKADOE, bitch, put your hands up
Shot him in the back, he paralyzed
He can’t stand up all my niggas strapped
Taliban whip them bands up
Don't try my mans, oops, he done ran up
1-800-KICKADOE, bitch, put your hands up
Shot him in the back, he paralyzed
He can’t stand up

I bust me a juug, I bust me a lick
I'm fucking your bitch but I plead the Fifth
I run up them racks, I gotta get rich
I fuckin' with Slime like I'm on Nick (Slime)
You trap out the ounce, we moving the zip
It’s bang bang if you running your lip
It's gang gang 'cause we doing this shit
Great Dane, yeah, I feel like a Pit'

All my niggas strapped
Taliban whip them bands up
Don't try my mans, oops, he done ran up
(yeah)
1-800-KICKADOE, bitch, put your hands up
Shot him in the back, he paralyzed
He can't stand up
(Boat, Based, he can't stand up, go)

I don't do no talking
These niggas play gangster but
They don't be sparking atlanta be barking
I move like a Spartan but look like a Martian
I hopped out the whip like a lick
With this Glick 'cause I'm nervous
I live with a purpose
I'm blowing off purchases
This slug got me back when
They come to the service
I'm fucking on every lil
Bitch that'll courtesy
Feeling like 50, feeling like Curtis
This shit is suck ass niggas, these clowns
Shit not profound
I'm in the town keeping it ghetto
Close to three million I spent on my mother
50s for my only brother
I treat these bitches like ticks and fleas
Uh got that lil bitch on her knees, uh
Yeah, yeah

All my niggas strapped
Taliban whip them bands up (Lil Boat)
Don't try my mans, oops, he done ran up
(Based, Boat)
1-800-KICKADOE, bitch, put your hands up (Up)
Shot him in the back, he paralyzed
(Based) , he can't stand up (Boat, Based
Boat)