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Kickdoe lyrics by YounginSoSleaze, Narcowave, Buddy Bandz Rap

Intro: Buddy Bandz
(I get my work from the narcos)
Yeah, yeah
?
Yeah, Buddy Bandz, Sleaze
Get up on it, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I get my work from the narcos)

Verse 1: Buddy Bandz
Rules in this shit, a few niggas done broke the code
You can’t call yourself a stepper if you ain’t stepped on niggas who told
And I been to myself ‘cause it ain’t right, that shit is wrong
If we don’t kick it up in person, ? me on my phone
Yeah, they got new shit in the city, I’m duckin’ task and duckin’ drones
You ain’t gon’ catch me bullshittin’ ‘cause I’m too focused on my goals
He out here thinkin’ with his cock, that same ? gon’ get him gone
If my bitch give up the cat, shit, that never was my ho
Do her ass how she do you, stay two steps and play your role
All that arguin’, fussin’, fightin’ I can’t do ‘cause I’m too grown
Don’t ask me why I’m like this, baby, ‘cause I’m him and I was chose
I can’t imitate, nah, I can’t be like them and I ain’t those
Niggas hollerin’ all this ism, but boyfriend pimpin’ all these hoes
My wrist froze, you can tell my diamonds hittin’ from the way that it glows
You ain’t gettin’ to it, ask us how we know, ‘cause it shows
I just wanna ball forever, travel states and flip ‘bows
I can talk about the mentions ‘cause I know how to tiptoe
Niggas better get through, tell them niggas get low
I be feelin’ like Eazy-E, I might just cop a 64
Before the bip came around, nigga, it was kick door, bitch

Interlude: Buddy Bandz & YounginSoSleaze
Nigga, it was kick door
Ayy, it’s Sleaze, nigga
Ayy, yeah, yeah

Verse 2: YounginSoSleaze
Is you gon’ sit down? Is you gon’ get
I’m bossin’ out full fledge, I ain’t talkin’ Audi
Might drop the window down in traffic, get to poppin’ out it
Eat up his ? chest, and back, got him jumpin’ and hollerin’
I told my mama I ain’t goin’ out, I’m shootin’ first
Before I ever let you bitches put me in a hearse
These niggas out here late bloomers tryna put in work
That’s the quickest way to get your ass up on a shirt, ayy
Man, I swear you niggas really worser than these hoes
He playin’ on that ?, hope you played on your
Her nigga in the county, fuckin’ her while she on the phone
Why you tell her you gon’ eat that pussy when you home?
Niggas hoppin’ in this fonk, don’t know what it’s for
But I’ma pop you anyway and act like I don’t know
Stop tryna show off for these bitches, why you goin’ broke?
And if this rap shit don’t work, I’m back kickin’ doors
And if this rap shit don’t work, I’m back takin’ shit
If you don’t shut the fuck up, get slapped with this stick
If it’s the last time he up, you know I’m comin’ quick
I call this 40 Lupe because the way it kick
If you ain’t got permission slip, you can’t take a trip
Stay in the house, lil’ nigga, you ain’t made for this
I’m ridin’ with this baby A like I babysit
And still’ll wipe a nigga nose, give me that handkerchief, nigga (Slime)