Samsung Sosa - Kickstand Lyrics

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Aye, Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, the drac' off the
Kick stand, I don't even know what's wrong with it
That boy talkin' crazy, I probably go shot who he home with

Uh, I don't need a suit, I pour up a duece, I'm John Wick
And we coming through and hop out the coupe and drop shit
Uh, niggas want beef, I ain't come to eat
But nigga, I brought my chop stick, I be on the East

I'm riding four deep, I'm posted with felons and convicts
He like, sosa dog, I'ma kill some, shawty pussy wet
Need some swim trunks, ballin' on the ree', call me Tim Dunc'
Pop a perky p tryna' feel some, when the last time

Niggas drilled some, took a half time and i'm still up
Nigga think he hard til the chop bus, sold him two lines
Of the Robituss, I was cookin' hard, got the stove stuck
Gave him three shots, nigga, throwed up, nigga, big slime

Got his pole took, I'm on FaceTime in ya' hoe whip
F*ck a three-five, get a whole zip, I was in my bag, no sun chip
Chop thirty six, make him backflip, drop a diss he dead fore' the ad-libs
And I'm fly as hell, no round trip, niggas want beef like rib tips

I was makin' plays like Shakespeare, runnin' through the 6 like Drake here
Uh, the drac' off the kick stand, I don't even know what's wrong with it
That boy talkin' crazy, I probably go shoot who he home with
Uh, I don't need a suit, I pour up a deuce i'm John Wick

Uh, we comin' through and hop out the coupe and drop shit
Uh, niggas want beef, I ain't come to eat
But nigga, I brought my chop stick, I be on the East
I'm ridin' four deep, I'm posted with felons and convicts

He like, sosa dog, I'ma kill some, shawty pussy wet, need some swim trunks
Ballin' on the ree', call me Tim Dunc, pop a perky p, tryna feel some
When the last time, nigga drill some, took a halftime and I'm still up
Nigga think he hard til the chop bust, sold him two lines of the Robituss

So I was cookin' hard, got the stove stuck, gave him three shots, nigga, throwed up, nigga, big slime
Got his pole took, I'm on FaceTime in ya' hoe whip
F*ck a three-five, get a whole zip, I was in my bag, no sun chips
Chop thirty six, make him backflip, drop a diss he dead fore' the ad-libs

And I'm fly as hell, no round trip, niggas want beef, like Rib Tips
I was makin' plays like Shakespeare, runnin' through the 6 like Drake here