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kickback - lil $horty lyrics

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[intro]
say he want some smoke, uh*uh, he don’t want that, n*gga
say he want some smoke, uh*uh, he don’t want that, n*gga
say he want some smoke, uh*uh, he don’t want that, n*gga, ayy
money on his head, uh*huh, yeah, i want that, n*gga, ayy
n*gga, you a b*tch, you ain’t really with that, ayy
carbon with a hundred, this b*tch got kickback
take a rapper sh*t, b*tch, come get ya sh*t back

[chorus]
late*night creepin’, i was thuggin’ with the k!llas, ayy
bape hoodie drippin’, t’d up like some gorillas, ayy
pulled up in the benz, ridin’ with a .30 pistol, ayy
i’ma up this glizzy, blow this b*tch just like a whistle, ayy
face*shot a n*gga, turned his name into a hood, ayy
catch that n*gga lackin’ with his b*tch, like, what’s good? ayy
smoked that n*gga partner, dead troops in my ‘wood, ayy
i’m feelin’ like young scooter, b*tch, all i know is jugg, ayy

[verse]
he say he want some smoke, uh*uh, he don’t want that, n*gga, ayy
money on his head, uh*huh, yeah, i want that, n*gga, ayy
n*gga, you a b*tch, you ain’t really with that, ayy
carbon with a hundred, this b*tch got kickback
take a rapper sh*t, b*tch, come get ya sh*t back
have my n*ggas slide on you and knock ya sh*t back
you can’t hide from me, .223’s go through bricks, ayy
smokin’ on gelato, raf simons designer kicks, ayy
still finessin’ n*ggas out they sh*t, pulling tricks, ayy
in l.a. off the sh*ts and my n*ggas got the bl!cks, ayy
pull up on a lame n*gga and i shoot him like, who next? ayy
hit his ass up, yeah, we pulled up with sticks, ayy
you a lame n*gga, i can’t smoke no gas with ya
srt charger, b*tch, i’m a lane switcher, ayy
i’m still in the hood sippin’ out the kool*aid pitcher, ayy
i be with the og’s just like derek fisher, ayy
[chorus]
late*night creepin’, i was thuggin’ with the k!llas, ayy
bape hoodie drippin’, t’d up like some gorillas, ayy
pulled up in the benz, ridin’ with a .30 pistol, ayy
i’ma up this glizzy, blow this b*tch just like a whistle, ayy
face*shot a n*gga, turned his name into a hood, ayy
catch that n*gga lackin’ with his b*tch, like, what’s good? ayy
smoked that n*gga partner, dead troops in my ‘wood, ayy
i’m feelin’ like young scooter, b*tch, all i know is jugg, ayy

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