Kicked In lyrics

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[Intro]
(I should probably go, it's getting late)
(Computer rights for life)

[Chorus]
You ain't getting racks when that sh*t was in sesh
Get back, baby, I don't wanna have sex with ya
Murda worth baby, n*gga, I ain't finna plex with ya
You ain't with the Top Kids, we ain't finna flex with ya
He couldn't get this swag when that sh*t was in his season
He ain't tryna get no bag and you're trying for no reason
Hop right on that block and kill n*ggas they couldn't believe it
She just seen the Top Kid, she couldn't believe it

[Verse]
When these n*ggas see lil' Jace pop out they can't believe it
I just popped another Xan' and felt it kickin'
No more 556, I put the 7.62 in
If that lil' boy try to run then we gon' trip him
I need ten kids, baby, on some rich-ass sh*t
I'm on focus when I shoot, I know I hit him
I hit–hit, him
I hit–hit, him
I hit–hit, him (Computer rights for life)

[Chorus]
You ain't getting racks when that sh*t was in sesh
Get back, baby, I don't wanna have sex with ya
Murda worth baby, n*gga, I ain't finna plex with ya
You ain't with the Top Kids, we ain't finna flex with ya
He couldn't get this swag when that sh*t was in his season
He ain't tryna get no bag and you're trying for no reason
Hop right on that block and kill n*ggas they couldn't believe it
She just seen the Top Kid, she couldn't believe it
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