StanWill - Kick Ass lyrics

Bitch, I'm getting slow head
'cause the whip fast ha ha, yeah

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?
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 space
Gotta know the only thing I
Care about is Bеn Franks
Say she love me? I only lovе 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
25 motherfucking 8, I be 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
750s 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, 762s 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?