"Never Kick A Man" lyrics
(Pop a 40 and check your rollies)
I put something in this pop, this bitch not normal
And I'm not an informant, so I can't inform you
Bitch, I'm high in this bitch, fresh from a portal
Growing up, I thought the street niggas was immortal
Man, I'm riding four-thirty, got to stop, stop, run
He got God on his side, you can't stop, stop him
Jewelry box look like a treasure chest
Only talk to God, I ain't sitting at the devil's desk
Chilling with your hoe and we did some shit on VHS
Silk sheets on my bed, I told her not to make a mess
Put an AirTag on the clock so I can find some time to fuck with you
Shouldn't have mentioned eight ball and he told me focus on my blue
If shit get real, I'm catching plays off a house phone
I got these twelve-inch woofers, blow your stereo
Lot of cash, man, it's not just in a video
This music wasn't meant for the radio
Was there when it was time to put my city on
Need real estate, bitch, I'm tryna get like fifty homes
You window-shopping, man, somebody cut that fifty on
You know I'm thugging, man, I'm starting to feel like Bizzy Bone
Heard you dissed me, I ain't mad at no silly song
Said I'm broke, I'ma show you that you really wrong
Snap on every fucking beat like I'm finna retire
I said you could be me, but I was satire
Shawty said that she want a taste
Girl, where you going with them DSLs on your face?
Niggas want me gone
Can't let that happen
Long live Fredo for a nigga 'cause I been savage
Long live Capo, nigga, 'cause I been cappin'
Go and get that album, underdog, back at it
Countin' up these Benjamins, gotta know your mathematics
Heard you don't fuck with me, fine, that is fantastic
Buzzing like two bumblebees, I don't really fuck with plastic
Finna drop this tape on y'all, I just need some fucking graphics
DRs on my frame, dawg, yours is not the same, dawg
Rappin' like Durant do, honestly, I blame y'all
I could never shame y'all, that'd just be lame, dawg
Never kick a man while he down, that shit insane, dawg
That shit insane, dawg
I put something in this pop, this bitch not normal
And I'm not an informant, so I can't inform you
Bitch, I'm high in this bitch, fresh from a portal
Growing up, I thought the street niggas was immortal
Man, I'm riding four-thirty, got to stop, stop, run
He got God on his side, you can't stop, stop him
Jewelry box look like a treasure chest
Only talk to God, I ain't sitting at the devil's desk
Chilling with your hoe and we did some shit on VHS
Silk sheets on my bed, I told her not to make a mess
Put an AirTag on the clock so I can find some time to fuck with you
Shouldn't have mentioned eight ball and he told me focus on my blue
If shit get real, I'm catching plays off a house phone
I got these twelve-inch woofers, blow your stereo
Lot of cash, man, it's not just in a video
This music wasn't meant for the radio
Was there when it was time to put my city on
Need real estate, bitch, I'm tryna get like fifty homes
You window-shopping, man, somebody cut that fifty on
You know I'm thugging, man, I'm starting to feel like Bizzy Bone
Heard you dissed me, I ain't mad at no silly song
Said I'm broke, I'ma show you that you really wrong
Snap on every fucking beat like I'm finna retire
I said you could be me, but I was satire
Shawty said that she want a taste
Girl, where you going with them DSLs on your face?
Niggas want me gone
Can't let that happen
Long live Fredo for a nigga 'cause I been savage
Long live Capo, nigga, 'cause I been cappin'
Go and get that album, underdog, back at it
Countin' up these Benjamins, gotta know your mathematics
Heard you don't fuck with me, fine, that is fantastic
Buzzing like two bumblebees, I don't really fuck with plastic
Finna drop this tape on y'all, I just need some fucking graphics
DRs on my frame, dawg, yours is not the same, dawg
Rappin' like Durant do, honestly, I blame y'all
I could never shame y'all, that'd just be lame, dawg
Never kick a man while he down, that shit insane, dawg
That shit insane, dawg
