RyanOnnaBeat - Kick It lyrics

[Hook: Q Da Fool] Margiela n***a; Had to kick it - Bad b**h, had to kick it They couldn't find the gun, they had to dismiss it My n***as got legs, so yeah, they could 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 n***a, but my shooter ain't missing [Verse 1: Q Da Fool] And your b**h 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 b**h and I think she Brazilian Had to kick it, cuz' that b**h 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 {Damn Q, you off them Xans' you be tripping} I'm sorry brova', I'm just geeked for a mission {I understand, boy you know we gone' get it} My bro got a 40, my b**h got a 9 I bought a Rollie' just to look at the time Feds fount' the gun, sh**, that ain't mine Popped a million Xans', I lost my mind [Hook: Q Da Fool] Margiela n***a; Had to kick it - Bad b**h, had to kick it They couldn't find the gun, they had to dismiss it My n***as got legs, so yeah, they could 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 n***a, but my shooter ain't missing [Verse 2: TrapSquad Lal] I f** on that b**h 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 [Hook: Q Da Fool] Margiela n***a; Had to kick it - Bad b**h, had to kick it They couldn't find the gun, they had to dismiss it My n***as got legs, so yeah, they could 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 n***a, but my shooter ain't missing