paroles de chanson Kickin In - Gwuap0400

I got them members with me & they hopping out them trucks
I got these bitches with me they 'gon fuck about a buck
I got sum killers with me they 'gon (bow, bow, bow)

Bounce out fooling with that fuckin' blick
Pretty bitches drooling they see the sickest
Headshots what I'm pursuing, we all hits no misses
He got no aim when he shooting, he just pray he hit shit
Footprints in the sand, Gwuap will not leave no mark
Cus these 7.62 bullets in this choppa sharp as darts
Cuh this marijuana in my pants be stanker than yo fart
I got vultures on yo head, be on 10 when you out at dark

I feel it kickin' in
I feel it kickin' in
I feel it kickin' in
Ouu that bitch kickin' in
I feel it kickin' in
I feel it kickin' in
I feel it kickin' in
Ouu that bitch kickin' in

'Bout them G'z ion grin
Kill yo friend bout my kin
Girbaud jeans with some timbs
My chop thin, Chet Holmgren
In that Benz tires spinnin'
Snapback brim fitted
Polo bitch, custom fitted
C'mon bitch, ya know I'm with it
Get off my dick like you wan feel it
Zip it, this song for the trenches
Bra don't rush that you 'gon get it
I'm that bad mane from my village
Huh
Put some respect on my pimpin'
I act out got a bad image
Can't say that pussy shit in me
Huh

I ain't been leaning, don't pour me no line
See the true meaning, I ain't fucking blind
High as shit peeking thru the fucking blinds
All beef no vegan, could never be mines
Been soul seeking, but they hard to find
I got black heat by my feet now
That S-I-G wanna speak now
You talkin' sweet, he 'gon eat ya

I feel it kickin' in
I feel it kickin' in
I feel it kickin' in
Ouu that bitch kickin' in
I feel it kickin' in
I feel it kickin' in
I feel it kickin' in
Ouu that bitch kickin' in

Ouu that liquor fuckin' kickin' in
'Bout 4 different cuttas, different gens
I'm a insane motherfucka, Jeremy Lin
I'ma hit brain for my brother, spin again & again & again
Taking bitches down with my twin
Got 100 rounds coming for ya men
Walk down, spray ya down then we jump the fence
Lil boy this shit get wild 'bout dead presidents