KickBack Lyrics

Shootin' out this pistol, it got (kickback)

Takin a vacation, I'mma (kick back)

Punching like karate I'mma kick, whack (woah, yeah)

Rhyming on one word, but it ain't whack

Smokin on this loud, it's a big pack

Taking out the cash in a big sack

Running out of strength when I'm on track

But I always got a second plan

That's why I keep a Glock on my back

Pocket-wrapped, stick is packed, automatic, (yeah)

Pull-up with an AK in my backpack

Taking breaks ain't that bad (that bad)

Drinking at the local bar

Put that shit on my tab, yeah (woo-oo-ooh)

Kicked out for drinking too much

How's that possible when I drank only ten cups (ten cups, woah)

Sometime shit don't make no sense

Sometime shit don't mean nothing

That's why I send the fake friends down the drain, yeah

They sucking up to me, when I'm at my highest

They don't accept me, when I'm at my lowest (woo)

That's why I keep a close-knit circle, yeah

Yeah, we tend to take shit farther than we need to

I apologize for that, sincerely, I'm human

But I can't break my human nature, so

Fuck you, ain't no way imma go back on my decision

Texting that bitch with precision

Got her in the scopes, my words like bullets

End up in a collision, no revision, yeah

Y'all call it game, y'all call it rizz

Y'all call it pullin' (pullin')

I call it talking with other women, bitch

When my twin be smoking on that pot

He say that he is gonna reach the top

Good luck to him, I know that he will make it

Some individuals tend to fake success

They call it "fake it till I make it,"

But when they make it ain't nobody pullin' up to their show

That's why I keep a close bond with all of my supporters

Even if I count them off the fingers

One two three, that's more than you'll ever be

Shootin' out this pistol, it got (kickback)

Takin a vacation, I'mma (kick back)

Punching like karate I'mma kick, whack (woah, yeah)

Rhyming on one word, but it ain't whack

Smokin on this loud, it's a big pack

Taking out the cash in a big sack

Running out of strength when I'm on track

But I always got a second plan

That's why I keep a Glock on my back

Pocket-wrapped, stick is packed, automatic, (yeah)

Pull-up with an AK in my backpack

Taking breaks ain't that bad (that bad)

Drinking at the local bar

Put that shit on my tab, yeah (woo-oo-ooh)

Kicked out for drinking too much

How's that possible when I drank only ten cups (ten cups, woah)

Sometime shit don't make no sense

Sometime shit don't mean nothing

That's why I send the fake friends down the drain, yeah

They sucking up to me, when I'm at my highest

They don't accept me, when I'm at my lowest (woo)

That's why I keep a close-knit circle, yeah

If I would copyright my sound, I could sue y'all for a milli, man

When I go back to relax, I don't ever pop no pillies, fam

Newtons fourth law of motion, I done got me a ton of billies

No weaknesses if you hit me, I don't got an achilles heel

I don't even know if I could ever rock with the hillbillies

But I'm amiable myself and I mess with Kendrick and Baby Keem

What I seem, blowing out of steam, but I still would rock Supreme

I set the theme, I may be a meme, but I will redeem

Find me at the top of the crop cause I am the cream

Like a silver ring, I'mma always gleam, higher self-esteem

Set my own regime, border of extreme, always pick my team

Walls around me, imagine myself in a pipe dream

What is even up with this scheme, I'mma hit 'em with a red beam

Living on the edge of a balance beam, but in a day dream