kickin' it - killdavyn lyrics
[pre*chorus: k!lldavyn]
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
run up on p*ssy boy, he gettin’ hit and the glock on my side so that n*gga get shot
she wanna f*ck with a n*gga like me so i pull up her and i pull out my c*ck
i buy her everything, gold and the diamonds so you know that b*tch really f*ck with the rock
drank in my cup so i’m sippin’ it up, if you ask what i’m sippin’, i’m sippin’ that wok
sippin’ wok, b*tch
30 on my side get popped, b*tch
bum ass b*tch you a bop, b*tch
pull up with a glock, i’mma pop it
pull up with a glock, i’mma pull up with semi shots
you smokin’ crack and you takin’ them demi shots
one eye, b*tch i feel like i’m fetty wap
chop keep on kickin’ so that is a heavy shot
[chorus: k!lldavyn]
you know i’m kickin’ it right with yo boo and that bih call me sensei just like i am rudy
i cannot f*ck with no fanboy n*gga ‘cause them n*ggas g*y and them n*ggas be fruity
pull out my choppa, yeah i get to shootin’
f*ckin’ yo b*tch just like nike let’s do it
she give me dummy head, yeah that b*tch stupid
i shoot with an arrow just like my name cupid
she be in the back callin’ all on my name and i told that lil b*tch “i do not wanna hear you”
bullets connect to yo ear like a bluetooth
f*ckin’ my b*tch and i think her name new new
whippin’ up the green like the veggies in a crockpot
chop with the beam and the scope get you pop*opped
i know yo b*tch used to callin’ me “pop*pop”
pull up with pistol, my pistol go fah fah
[verse 1: k!lldavyn]
yeah, i got a choppa it’s leavin’ you hot hot
smoke in the air like a muf*ckin’ hot box
i’m in her mouth like some muf*ckin’ pop rocks
she wanna f*ck in a muf*ckin’ crop top
i told that b*tch take that sh*t off
i’m high off that gas, it’s makin’ me cough and sh*t
i feel like i’m richie, uh, pull up to the scene and then f*ck on a gothic b*tch
d*mn, i might just toss the b*tch
yeah, i’m on some awesome sh*t
f*ck that bih make her r*t*rded b
and she got the wap like she cardi b
i’m not don, f*ck yo mom, when i pull up in a cardigan
he an opp, get him shot, if he be talkin’ that hot and sh*t
[chorus: k!lldavyn]
you know i’m kickin’ it right with yo boo and that bih call me sensei just like i am rudy
i cannot f*ck with no fanboy n*gga ‘cause them n*ggas g*y and them n*ggas be fruity
pull out my choppa, yeah i get to shootin’
f*ckin’ yo b*tch just like nike let’s do it
she give me dummy head, yeah that b*tch stupid
i shoot with an arrow just like my name cupid
she be in the back callin’ all on my name and i told that lil b*tch “i do not wanna hear you”
bullets connect to yo ear like a bluetooth
f*ckin’ my b*tch and i think her name new new
whippin’ up the green like the veggies in a crockpot
chop with the beam and the scope get you pop*opped
i know yo b*tch used to callin’ me “pop*pop”
pull up with pistol, my pistol go fah fah
[verse 2: 884phxbia]
[pre*chorus: k!lldavyn]
yeah, yeah
run up on p*ssy boy, he gettin’ hit and the glock on my side so that n*gga get shot
she wanna f*ck with a n*gga like me so i pull up her and i pull out my c*ck
i buy her everything, gold and the diamonds so you know that b*tch really f*ck with the rock
drank in my cup so i’m sippin’ it up, if you ask what i’m sippin’, i’m sippin’ that wok
sippin’ wok, b*tch
30 on my side get popped, b*tch
bum ass b*tch you a bop, b*tch
pull up with a glock, i’mma pop it
pull up with a glock, i’mma pull up with semi shots
you smokin’ crack and you takin’ them demi shots
one eye, b*tch i feel like i’m fetty wap
chop keep on kickin’ so that is a heavy shot
[chorus: k!lldavyn]
you know i’m kickin’ it right with yo boo and that bih call me sensei just like i am rudy
i cannot f*ck with no fanboy n*gga ‘cause them n*ggas g*y and them n*ggas be fruity
pull out my choppa, yeah i get to shootin’
f*ckin’ yo b*tch just like nike let’s do it
she give me dummy head, yeah that b*tch stupid
i shoot with an arrow just like my name cupid
she be in the back callin’ all on my name and i told that lil b*tch “i do not wanna hear you”
bullets connect to yo ear like a bluetooth
f*ckin’ my b*tch and i think her name new new
whippin’ up the green like the veggies in a crockpot
chop with the beam and the scope get you pop*opped
i know yo b*tch used to callin’ me “pop*pop”
pull up with pistol, my pistol go fah fah
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