Kick Rocks (ChopNotSlop Remix) lyrics

[Chorus: Freddie Dredd]
With my—with my Glock, I c*ck it back and let it bang
Freddie—the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain
The chorus—the chorus said it, I just want your DNA
Killing—killing b*tches is so fun, it ain't for fame (Ain't for—)
With my—with my Glock, I c*ck it back and let it bang
Freddie—the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain
The chorus—the chorus said it, I just want your DNA
Killing—killing b*tches is so fun, it ain't for fame

[Verse 1: Freddie Dredd]
Kicking in your skull, it kinda hurt like Lego blocks
The image mind-my mind is your neck in-knot-in-knot
All these-All these groupie b*tches, tell them go and k-rocks-rocks
The Frеddie is exclusive to my b*tch, and you arе not
Plenty—plenty other people wanna be- And you are not
Plenty—plenty other people wanna be- And you are not
Plenty—plenty other people wanna be like me
But they don't got the guts, or the gall, or the nuts
b*tches-b*tches call me daddy, but I'm gonna k-eir daddy-daddy
Smoke a fatty, I have had it, where's my gun-is-where is Bradley?

[Chorus: Freddie Dredd]
With my—with my—with my Glock, I c*ck it back and let it bang
Freddie—the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, ins-brain-brain
The chorus—the chorus said it, I just want your-NA-NA-DN
Killing—killing b*tches is so fun, it ain't for fame
[Bridge: Lil Darkie]
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[Verse 2: Lil Darkie]
M-M-Money fallin' out my pockets while I run from the police
I-I don't give a f*ck, I c*ck it back, he done, there ain't no peace
Money fallin' out my pockets while I run from the police
I-I don't give a f*ck, I c*ck it back, he done, there ain't-

M-Money fallin' out my pockets while I run from the police
I-I don't give a f*ck, I c*ck it back, he done, there ain't no peace
-rus-The chorus—the chorus hits like it's the hammer on the (piece-)piece
M-motherf*cker, what you talkin' 'bout? I'm slicker than some (grease-)grease
Slide it—slide it on 'em with the choppa
Sli-Sli-Sli-Slide it on 'em like a slip n' slide
Wa-wa-water-wa-wa-wa-water on my neck, my Spanish ho say that sh*t agua
C-C-Cocaína, that sh*t went through Nicaragua
And-and yeah, I keep that pistol on me, that's my n*gga stopper
And-and f*ck the way you think, I should be talking p-p-proper
Put the AK-47, talkin' back like you his papa, uh
P-P-Pop in at the opposition, with lead and copper, uh
C-C-C-c*ck it back and let it bang
What—what you hear in the music, hyper-violence in the pain
The chorus—the chorus, don't tell you what you get- the fame-the fame
More b*tches for the killin' n*gga—
With my—with my—with my—with my
[Chorus: Freddie Dredd & Lil Darkie]
With my—with my Glock, I c*ck it back and let it bang (Haha)
Freddie—the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, ins-brain-brain
The chorus—the chorus said it, I just want your DNA
Killing—killing b*tches is so fun, it ain't for fame (Ain't for—)
With my—with my Glock, I c*ck it back and let it bang
Freddie—the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain
The chorus—the chorus said it, I just want your DNA
Killing—killing b*tches is so fun, it ain't for fame