KiCKiN! (B)

[Intro]
Uh-huh, huh, uh
Uh-huh
Ha-ha-ha-ha

[Chorus]
Kickin' in doors
(Can't touch this, can't touch this, can't touch this, can't t—)
Kickin' in doors
(Can't touch this, can't touch this, can't touch this, can't t—)
Kickin' in doors
(Can't touch this, can't touch this, can't touch this, can't touch this)
Kickin' in doors
(Can't touch this, can't touch this, can't touch this, can't touch this)

[Verse 1]
Uh, everybody look when I pop out (Pop out)
I was sixteen when I said, "Fuck school"
Now I get a lot of brain for a dropout
Your boy be fake, these hoes fake
I don't really know which one be the opp' now (Opp' now)
Niggas pop shit 'til we pop style, then he pop out
Yeah, you can see Pac now
You can get smoked, no dreadlock (Dreadlock)
I had smoke in a headlock (Headlock)
I had hoes in area codes, gotta hit plus before I get the text out
She told me hit her on WhatsApp (WhatsApp)
I looked at the girl like, "What's that?" ("What's that?")
And that was the day that a nigga found out that the federal boys can't touch that

[Chorus]
Kickin' in doors
(Can't touch this, can't touch this, can't touch this, can't t—)
Kickin' in doors
(Can't touch this, can't touch this, can't touch this, can't t—)
Kickin' in doors
(Can't touch this, can't touch this, can't touch this, can't touch this)
Kickin' in doors
(Can't touch this, can't touch this, can't touch this, can't touch this)

[Post-Chorus]
4--1 with the wrist
I get to shittin' on niggas, it's flooded
Fat ass, when she shakin' it
Make it strip, she got it bussin'

[Refrain]
Can't touch this, can't touch this
Can't touch this, can't touch this, can't touch this

[Verse 2]
They see what I'm whippin', they pullin' me over
They ask what I'm doin', like Yachty and ian, I'm thuggin'
Nigga, keep talkin', that's nothin'
Why all these boys be actin' alike?
I guess they related, they cousins
They sendin' me threats, but they bluffin'
It take me awhile 'fore I cuff it, especially when we in public
You say that you love me, but how you want me to wife you
When I don't even trust it? (Uh)
Ass fat, sittin' right, I might just sin tonight
Look at my grin, alright (aight)
She know that she pretty
She know that I got it, just look at my fit, aight (aight)
You could be fucked up
But if you got some motion, then you are not broke
Long as you grindin' and stick to your dough
So I'm addicted to—

[Chorus]
Kickin' in doors
(Can't touch this, can't touch this, can't touch this, can't t—)
Kickin' in doors
(Can't touch this, can't touch this, can't touch this, can't t—)
Kickin' in doors
(Can't touch this, can't touch this, can't touch this, can't touch this)
Kickin' in doors
(Can't touch this, can't touch this, can't touch this, can't touch this)

[Post-Chorus]
4-1 with the wrist
I get to shittin' on niggas, it's flooded
Fat ass, when she shakin' it
Make it strip, she got it bussin'

[Refrain]
Can't touch this, can't touch this
Can't touch this, can't touch this, can't touch this

[Outro]
They see what I'm whippin', they pullin' me over, they—