Trenchbabyeli, rodneyy - Kick Rocks lyrics
[Trenchbabyeli, rodneyy - Kick Rocks lyrics]
(Twentywrld) yeah, yeah, yeah
(Fuck you nigga) yeah
Bitch, I hit that ho right in my bed
Two double-o in the Urus, goin' fast
And that's his bitch? Man, she a gnat
I can't believe you cuffin' on that
Codeine cup, sippin' on some red
Don't hang with that nigga 'cause
He is a fed'
I'm hittin' this ho, we just broke the bed
My so my niggas fed
I said, "Baby I just want the head"
I got a bitch in the shed
Gang hop on the beat with Eli
My bitch go both ways so she bi
Talk down on lil' Rodneyy then you die
Talk down on lil' Mar then you die
Say we ain't up, boy you fried
We spark his shit like the 4th of July
Why he goin' out sad, man
Don’t chasе no bitch, chase a bag, man
Duwap Kaine, I'm glad, man
Dread-hеad like a bad man fuck on this ho
Off of these pills, I turn into a mad man
You got no bills, boy you sad, man
Toolie boy, bitch, I'm bussin' that
I cannot cuff no nat
On yo' block, and I'm fuckin' smacked
See that nigga, he get fuckin' smacked
See that nigga, he get fuckin' whacked
The bank callin', let me call you back
I'm on the block with my partner, my Slatt
That bitch sucked my cock then
I'm sending her back
CC, nigga, that is the set
AMG, I got tired of the 'Vette
I get paid like I play for the Nets
I always make bucks with the
Shit I done spent
Oh, that's his bitch? Man, she a thot
Oh, that's his car? Its finna get popped
You talm' about bands, boy I got a lot
I know that he ain't on no block
But I know is his bitch eating up cock
She say keep goin', please don't stop
He said don't stop, get that guap
If you still hatin', boy, kick rocks
(Pussy ass niggas)
(Fuck you nigga) yeah
Bitch, I hit that ho right in my bed
Two double-o in the Urus, goin' fast
And that's his bitch? Man, she a gnat
I can't believe you cuffin' on that
Codeine cup, sippin' on some red
Don't hang with that nigga 'cause
He is a fed'
I'm hittin' this ho, we just broke the bed
My so my niggas fed
I said, "Baby I just want the head"
I got a bitch in the shed
Gang hop on the beat with Eli
My bitch go both ways so she bi
Talk down on lil' Rodneyy then you die
Talk down on lil' Mar then you die
Say we ain't up, boy you fried
We spark his shit like the 4th of July
Why he goin' out sad, man
Don’t chasе no bitch, chase a bag, man
Duwap Kaine, I'm glad, man
Dread-hеad like a bad man fuck on this ho
Off of these pills, I turn into a mad man
You got no bills, boy you sad, man
Toolie boy, bitch, I'm bussin' that
I cannot cuff no nat
On yo' block, and I'm fuckin' smacked
See that nigga, he get fuckin' smacked
See that nigga, he get fuckin' whacked
The bank callin', let me call you back
I'm on the block with my partner, my Slatt
That bitch sucked my cock then
I'm sending her back
CC, nigga, that is the set
AMG, I got tired of the 'Vette
I get paid like I play for the Nets
I always make bucks with the
Shit I done spent
Oh, that's his bitch? Man, she a thot
Oh, that's his car? Its finna get popped
You talm' about bands, boy I got a lot
I know that he ain't on no block
But I know is his bitch eating up cock
She say keep goin', please don't stop
He said don't stop, get that guap
If you still hatin', boy, kick rocks
(Pussy ass niggas)