Ayuma - KickStrt Lyrics

That's three stars yea
Yea that's three stars ooh
It should really be four stars you know
Here I'll give you four stars right here
That's 1 yea ok like
That's 2 yea yea
Ok like
That's 3 yea
Ok like
That's 4 yea
Yea

When I'm wacked they don't like me
When I'm sad they wanna fight me
When I'm mad they cannot find me
Damn I swear these people hiding all these
Oh my goddy
I can't even find the party all these
Damn I'm sorry
I just gotta leave the party

Oh my god oh yea
Mumble rap this mumble uh
Mumble rap this mumble trash
I don't care try-trynna crash
Like this beat I like the dash
Like the feel I like the gas
Rap is all about the feel
But all you people like the cash
Ok ok
I don't wanna rap just for you
Mixing up this music writing rhymes like studio
Mixing up some magic in the magic music booth
All my lines are runny but you dummies still approve
Wait yea
Ok Ok

Let me just pop off here
Imma pop tart
Imma pop up here
Imma go off
Only one chance and you doze off ooh
Only one string I'm Mozart ooh
I make a run off of two turns
Burning my shoes yea the cool ones
Dunking this beat on you losers
When I talk
Talk about it I do it ooh
This is the kickstart
I got the bag in a golf cart
We running up like a spare part
Fixing the flow just like hitting a restart
There is no point in a restart
Stay strumming keys like a guitar
I got the keys like a keystar
Maybe future you a retard
Hating my future its three stars
Going back through a back door
Aint no detour
That's my trump card
Outta the picture
Cropped out like her crop top wanna see more
Trynna stop but I need more
Trynna stop but I need more
Kickstarting got my dogs barking
Got these people going for a detour