Kick Rocks ft. Lil darkie

[00:00.93] With my, with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang

[00:02.80] Freddie, the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain

[00:05.99] The chorus, the chorus said it, I just want your DNA

[00:09.98] Killing, killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame (ain't for)

[00:13.43] With my, with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang

[00:16.35] Freddie, the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain

[00:19.53] The chorus, the chorus said it, I just want your DNA

[00:23.57] Killing, killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame

[00:26.75] Kicking, kicking in your skull, it kinda hurt like Lego blocks

[00:30.47] This image in my mind is your neck, in a knot

[00:33.94] All these groupie bitches, tell them go and kick rocks

[00:37.19] The Freddie is exclusive to my bitch, and you are not

[00:40.38] Plenty, plenty other people wanna be like me

[00:44.10] But they don't got the guts, or the gall, or the nuts

[00:47.56] Bitches call me daddy, but I'm gonna kill their daddy

[00:50.47] Smoke a fatty, I have had it

[00:51.81] Where's my gun and where is Bradley?

[00:54.73] With my, with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang

[00:57.92] Freddie, the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain

[01:00.85] The chorus, the chorus said it, I just want your DNA (DN)

[01:04.84] Killing, killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame

[01:20.79] M-M-Money fallin' out my pockets while I run from the police

[01:24.51] I, I don't give a fuck, I cock it back, he done, there ain't no peace

[01:28.52] The chorus- the chorus hits like it's the hammer on the piece

[01:31.71] M-M-Motherfucker what you talkin' 'bout? I'm slicker than some grease

[01:35.16] Slide it, slide it on 'em with the choppa

[01:37.56] S-S-Slide it on 'em like a slip 'n' slide

[01:43.93] W-W-Water, w-w-water on my neck, my Spanish hoe say that she aqua

[01:45.25] C-C-Cocaína, that shit run through Nicaragua

[01:48.19] A-And yeah, I keep that pistol on me, that's my nigga stopper

[01:51.90] And fuck the way you think, I should be talking p-p-proper

[01:55.36] Put that AK-47, talking back like you his papa, uh

[01:58.02] P-P-Popping at the opposition, with lead and copper, uh

[02:03.60] C-C-C-Cock it back and let it bang

[02:04.66] What, what you hid in the music, hyper-violence in the pain

[02:07.87] The chorus, the chorus, don't tell you what you get with the fame

[02:11.32] More bitches for the killing nigga

[02:13.45] With my-, with my-, with my-, with my

[02:15.31] With my, with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang (haha)

[02:18.49] Freddie, the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain

[02:21.41] The chorus, the chorus said it, I just want your DNA

[02:25.39] Killing, killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame (ain't for)

[02:28.58] With my, with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang

[02:32.05] Freddie, the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain

[02:35.52] The chorus, the chorus said it, I just want your DNA

[02:39.24] Killing, killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame