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Amax - Kickin It Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Kickin’ shit with my lil bros
Kickin’ shit I feel like Po

[Hook]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Kickin’ shit with my lil bros
Kickin’ shit I feel like Po
She wanna pull up give me, uh
Said she bumping me out Bose
You can’t pull up to the function, for you little bitch it’s closed
Hang with model bitches, bussin’
And they not even wearing clothes
It’s like 50 for a show, I’m like, “Okay”
Just spent like 50 on my hoe the other day
I keep a .50 in my jeans and look both ways
I pray to god I never gotta back it out and spray, uh

[Verse 1]
Told him count his days
Told bro count his days
That’s why your bitch up on my phone
She hit me with a hey
With like 5 Y’s too, think she want me to stay
Ain’t no Five Guys, if he want beef it’s okay
Yeah, it’s okay
Yeah, it's okay
If shit go south I call my demons they gon’ find a way
Got gang they shooting out the roof like Penny Hardaway
Like, when we booming at your coupe you better guard your face
[Hook]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Kickin’ shit with my lil bros
Kickin’ shit I feel like Po
She wanna pull up give me, uh
Said she bumping me out Bose
You can’t pull up to the function, for you little bitch it’s closed
Hang with model bitches, bussin’
And they not even wearing clothes
It’s like 50 for a show, I’m like, “Okay”
Just spent like 50 on my hoe the other day
I keep a .50 in my jeans and look both ways
I pray to god I never gotta back it out and spray, uh
Kickin’ shit with my lil bros
Kickin’ shit I feel like Po
She wanna pull up give me, uh
Said she bumping me out Bose
You can’t pull up to the function, for you little bitch it’s closed
Hang with model bitches, bussin’
And they not even wearing clothes

[Verse 2]
500 for the pants
200 for the dro
She want me be her mans, had to tell that bitch no
Come pull up bring your friends, but all you gotta know
Don’t tag me in your posts, or else you gotta go
Hell yeah you gotta go
Bustin’ out a 4
Aiming at your skull, yeah
When I slide, Ima bring about ten
Homme Plus, bitch, ‘cause I’m the man
We in Soho, bitch we blowing bands
Grab the GoPro, bullets make him dance