Kickbackdoor - Produce by CDM! Lyrics

Mi shi ne pay-nek-nek-nek pay-nek-nek-nek-nek-nego pay-nek-neg-nek-neg-nego
Allây nap rung tà Where do you come from
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I lounge at KB

Graduation, I spend my time
Holey
Growing flower
I ain't real, I ain't smoking weed, bitch

I mean, I said, I ain't smoking weed
That nigga just get in that mode again
I don't wanna do what just been
That bitch be in the hole again

I told her to do what she do when I'm around
But I'm gon' wipe her nose again
Tryna take this shit cause they saw me
Roll this f*cker loose, grindin

So now we come up, nigga, perfect timing
They can't tell me shit, I ain't signing
Cause my soul weight, we're worth diamonds
But the stick on my waist cause my arm ain't lit

Don't play with me, I can have his head
Kick his door and drag him out the bed
Top a seat through the darkness, bitch, he ain't for it
Think it's counterfeited, he count it hella bred

Thought it counterfeited, count it hella bred
Slap a nigga with a stick like I'm Carti
Like I'm Carti, yeah
She wanna ride on my face, cut her glasses

Cut her Carti, yeah
The way I taste her, you'd think I'm from Flint
Ain't no water there
And these niggas are watered down

Cartin' by now, don't want me around
Block with the 30 and the steel
Said the gang, she's a dirty lil' bitch
Got PTSD when they shoot, they gon' flinch

I'm bringin' all of this death like the lynch
If I run into hoes, I'm on a shine line
If he ain't settin' goals, he can't be rich
He can't be gang

Got a drip on the stick, let it hang
I got a bitch, lil' bitch, hell nah
Bitch, I don't want your brain
I got a bitch, lil' bitch, hell nah

Nah, I don't think we can
I got the stick on me, lil' bitch
Nah, tell him keep fightin' his brains
We got it together

We brought that shit up, man
That was just for a bit of hype
Man, I crack a joke and I dash a pill
Bitch, I chop a wish a nigga would

So he can wish me well on the top of the hill
Chop him, make him dance like he in L.E
Like the NFL, step on shit with cleats
They ain't never bled how my nigga bleeds

And I'm puttin' niggas ass underneath
And I'm puttin' niggas on they f*ckin' feet
Niggas showin' out, should be thankin' me
I got the proof, yes, I got receipts

All these niggas be sweatin', I was coppin' me
Niggas claimin' they fans, probably coppin' me
Niggas say CFM, probably coppin' me
Bitch, I stayin' up and down

Call up Monty, he'll walk him down
Jump up in this water, bitch, you better not drown
You better stay in that house where it's safe and sound