Kick Yo Doe

[Intro: Lil Crix]
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Lil Crix bless you trap
Ay, Shiest gang, catch body gang
9 Trey 9 Way
Mhm-mhm
Let's go

[Verse 1: Lil Crix]
Ayy, kick yo' door, yo' mama found the FN boomin' up her face (Ah-ah)
Go pick yo' partner up, this .308 had him stuck to the gate (What?)
If I feel a little tension, best believe I play it safe (What you mean?)
I'ma walk him down with this Drac' (Brr-brr)
Body slam a nigga with this K, bitch, like I'm Booker T
I'm a trapper, not a rapper, for a song you got to pay the fee (Uh-huh)
In the bushes, up that stick, shoot that bitch from three (Ah-ah)
Ask around, they know I'm Trae Young with this AUG (Boom-boom, fah-fah, damn)
Run down, nigga tried to play with me, got his ass gunned down
Nigga made a left, I made a right, shot him in the face (Bah-bah)
I don't need no Perc', I'm on a Adderall, I'll eat yo' face
Been told you I play for keeps, ask around, I been a G
Top slime for rеal, foe, I'll slime you out just for the fee
Niggas know I put shit in thе dirt, bitch, I ain't gotta brag
Go ask how I caught lil' shh, I ain't gotta flag
Four deep in the SRT, can't hit the gas, this bitch gon' screech
Drive slow and when you make that turn, you know it's R.I.P. (On God)
Ask around, I'm making tees
Seven shots, I hit for three
Eleven opps, they all deceased
Play with me, yo' niece gon' bleed (On God)

[Bridge: Nardo Wick]
Yeah-yeah, uh-uh
Yeah-yeah, uh-uh
Yeah-yeah, uh-uh
Yeah-yeah, uh-uh (Grrah)

[Verse 2: Nardo Wick]
I pull up by myself, don't need a gang, I mean, I still get 'em
A lot of them, so I shoot from the corner, but I still hit 'em (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
Got a vest, get hit wth one of these, I bet he still feel it (Grrah)
Pull up shootin', I don't be with the music (Grrah), I got good rhythm
I got two broads, still walkin' 'round with that bitch
Whole gang hit, you still walkin' 'round with that bitch
Rappers cappin' on these records, I hear lyin' and shit (Cap, cap)
Opps got the morgue rich as fuck, they keep dyin' and shit (Yeah)
All my niggas steppin', ain't no escalator
"Nardo, where your heart?" Go look in the 'frigerator
I can teach a nigga how to, "Boom," I'm a educator (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
Crackers picked him up and he turned into a narrator
If you ask me, all these niggas green and they lame
If you ask me, all these bitches fuckin' for the fame
If you ask me, all these niggas dressin' the same
If you ask me, all these niggas wanna be gang

[Outro: Nardo Wick]
Uh, you know, you know, you know, you know
Uh, you know, you know, you know, you know
Uh, you know, you know, you know, you know
Grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah
Graow, boom