Kick It

Margiela nigga; Had to kick it — Bad bitch, had to kick it
They couldn’t find the gun, they had to dismiss it
My niggas got legs, so yeah, they gon' kick it
You ain’t a gangster, so you know you can’t kick it
Ate dirt on your face when I kicked it
No shops, we play with them chickens
I’m sorry nigga, but my shooter ain’t missing
And your bitch like my smile; I just went to the dentist
I was running wild, I was robbing your children
Call Lal, we gone' trap out the building
Call Manni, brother worth like a million
Bad bitch and I think she Brazilian
Had to kick it, cuz' that bitch eating children
I’m really thugging; Only scared of a sentence
Dropped out; I ain’t trynna write a sentence
He ain’t had no work, that boy had to kick it
I’m sorry brova', I’m just geeked for a minute
My bro got a 40, my bitch got a 9
I bought a Rollie' just to look at the time
Feds fount' the gun, shit, that ain’t mine
Popped a million Xans', I lost my mind
Margiela nigga; Had to kick it — Bad bitch, had to kick it
They couldn’t find the gun, they had to dismiss it
My niggas got legs, so yeah, they gon' kick it
You ain’t a gangster, so you know you can’t kick it
Ate dirt on your face when I kicked it
No shops, we play with them chickens
I’m sorry nigga, but my shooter ain’t missing
I fuck on that bitch and I kick it
Trap it out heard that he work in the kitchen
Drive slow; Mask down, and I did it
Seen a opp; .2−2-3 at his fitted
Keep a Glock, ain’t no catching me slipping
Pull up on his block and I’m shooting like Pippen
Migo with the birds, he work with the Pigeons
Banana boat,, and I’m shipping
Mama always told me «Boy you is gifted»
But I beat the block and I didn’t listen
Slide on his block and I load ammunition
Hop in the foreign; We ride with the Smith N'
We waking up neighbors when choppas start hittin'
50 in the Llama, pulling up spitting
Caught me a body, we slide on the mission
Presidential Rollie; Call me Bill Clinton
Margiela nigga; Had to kick it — Bad bitch, had to kick it
They couldn’t find the gun, they had to dismiss it
My niggas got legs, so yeah, they gon' kick it
You ain’t a gangster, so you know you can’t kick it
Ate dirt on your face when I kicked it
No shops, we play with them chickens
I’m sorry nigga, but my shooter ain’t missing