KDYD

[Intro: Manganelli]
Yeah, you know I flex, what?

[Chorus: Manganelli]
Kick, kick, kick, kickin' down your door
Kick, kick, kick, kickin' down your door
Kick, kick, kick, kickin' down your door
Hit, hit, hit, body's hit the floor

[Verse 1: Manganelli]
Mosh pit, I don't here to stop shit (Nah)
Pop shit, I don't fuck with cops shit (Nah)
Opp shit, you just with the feds bitch (Yeah)
Never fuck with you, I just wanted head bitch (What?)
Just some neck bitch (What?), got a check bitch (What?)
You don't fuck with me, you get [?] attack bitch (What?)
I do rack bitch (Yeah), keep it straight locked (Locked)
I'll be off fly, (You just, you just) smoked out
You a cheap boy (Yeah) with them cheap guns (Yeah)
I'm with big shoulders, got it off of straight thugs
Yeah, you need what? (Whoo!) I'll be wacked up
Kick it till it you dope, hope you get smacked up

[Chorus: Manganelli]
Kick, kick, kick, kickin' down your door
Kick, kick, kick, kickin' down your door
Kick, kick, kick, kickin' down your door
Hit, hit, hit, body's hit the floor
Kick, kick, kick, kickin' down your door
Kick, kick, kick, kickin' down your door
Kick, kick, kick, kickin' down your door
Hit, hit, hit, body's hit the floor

[Verse 2: Huey P & Manganelli]
Kick, kick, kick, kickin' down the door (Kickin' down the door)
Like who really wanna problem? I just wanna know (I just wanna know)
Run sunshine, I just wanna glow (I just wanna glow)
Now I'm prime-time, I been on a roll
Seven, seven, seven (Seven, seven, seven)
Real born sinner, hope I go to heaven, baby, I can tell it (Baby, I can tell it)
Bitch, you gotta go, check-out at eleven (Whoo!)
I'll be talking so crazy (What?)
No, her pussy don't phase me (What?)
Knowing bitches got baby's (Whoo!)
Knowing bitches got rabies (Bow!)
She a seven, but she praise me (Oh)
She a seven, but she praise me (Yeah)
Kept it coming on the daily (Uh)
If she a ten, the bitch is lazy (What?)
I'll be on some [?] shit (Whoo!)
She gon' come and get a bag [?] (What?)
Baby said she from Georgia (Whoo!)
I only hit 'em off that accent (Bow!)
I be money, money stashing (Ayy)
I can puff without passing (No)
Making moves without asking (Ayy)
[?] brand for the fashion (What?)
Last stretch at the finish line (What?)
Pack of wolves in the winter time (What?)
Niggas know that means it's dinner time (Whoo!)
And these motherfuckers 'bout to give me mine (Bow!)

[Chorus: Manganelli]
Kick, kick, kick, kickin' down your door
Kick, kick, kick, kickin' down your door
Kick, kick, kick, kickin' down your door
Hit, hit, hit, body's hit the floor
Kick, kick, kick, kickin' down your door
Kick, kick, kick, kickin' down your door
Kick, kick, kick, kickin' down your door
Hit, hit, hit, body's hit the floor