Kick It lyrics

[Hook: Q Da Fool]
Margiela n*gga; Had to kick it - Bad b*tch, had to kick it
They couldn't find the gun, they had to dismiss it
My n*ggas got legs, so yeah, they gon' kick it
You ain't a gangster, so you know you can't kick it
Ate dirt on your face when I kicked it
No shops, we play with them chickens
I'm sorry n*gga, but my shooter ain't missing

[Verse 1: Q Da Fool]
And your b*tch like my smile; I just went to the dentist
I was running wild, I was robbing your children
Call Lal, we gone' trap out the building
Call Manni, brother worth like a million
Bad b*tch and I think she Brazilian
Had to kick it, cuz' that b*tch eating children
I'm really thugging; Only scared of a sentence
Dropped out; I ain't trynna write a sentence
He ain't had no work, that boy had to kick it
{Damn Q, you off them Xans' you be tripping}
I'm sorry brova', I'm just geeked for a minute
{I understand, boy you know we gone' get it}
My bro got a 40, my b*tch got a 9
I bought a Rollie' just to look at the time
Feds fount' the gun, sh*t, that ain't mine
Popped a million Xans', I lost my mind
[Hook: Q Da Fool]
Margiela n*gga; Had to kick it - Bad b*tch, had to kick it
They couldn't find the gun, they had to dismiss it
My n*ggas got legs, so yeah, they gon' kick it
You ain't a gangster, so you know you can't kick it
Ate dirt on your face when I kicked it
No shops, we play with them chickens
I'm sorry n*gga, but my shooter ain't missing

[Verse 2: TrapSquad Lal]
I f*ck on that b*tch and I kick it
Trap it out heard that he work in the kitchen
Drive slow; Mask down, and I did it
Seen a opp; .2-2-3 at his fitted
Keep a Glock, ain't no catching me slipping
Pull up on his block and I'm shooting like Pippen
Migo with the birds, he work with the Pigeons
Banana boat, [?], and I'm shipping
Mama always told me "Boy you is gifted"
But I beat the block and I didn't listen
Slide on his block and I load ammunition
Hop in the foreign; We ride with the Smith N'
We waking up neighbors when choppas start hittin'
50 in the Llama, pulling up spitting
Caught me a body, we slide on the mission
Presidential Rollie; Call me Bill Clinton
[Hook: Q Da Fool]
Margiela n*gga; Had to kick it - Bad b*tch, had to kick it
They couldn't find the gun, they had to dismiss it
My n*ggas got legs, so yeah, they gon' kick it
You ain't a gangster, so you know you can't kick it
Ate dirt on your face when I kicked it
No shops, we play with them chickens
I'm sorry n*gga, but my shooter ain't missing