"Session 4 • Kick It" lyrics
Uh
Yeah, huh
Pour me up, nigga
I need some more shit in my cup, nigga, haha, yeah
Yeah, uh, uh
Oh, I ain't tryna kick it with you niggas, uh (No, no)
Run up my Skrilla then go missin' on you niggas, uh (Rah)
I ain't tryna hit the same bitches as you niggas, uh (Nah-ah)
I love my bit' 'cause she more realer than you niggas, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
He can take a dollar, we still killin' all them niggas (Killin' all them niggas)
He a snake and a rat, got no feelings for the nigga (No feelings for the nigga)
Pull up, Maybach, no, it ain't no ceilings on that bitch (Rah)
I won't lay back, I need some more millions out this shit, uh (What up?)
Wake up, 3.5, get it (Let's go)
Tryna fuck in the truck, I'm with it (Let's do it)
If she fine and caught my eye, nine times out of ten, I hit it (No cap)
If I was alive in '95, would've slid for Pac, nigga, fuck P. Diddy
I'm 6-foot tall, I weigh 160, but shit, my heart the fucking biggest
Big dawg, don't take a fake pill, it's silly
Let's slide, nothin' but Dracs and glizzies
It be the niggas on your team that hate the most, shit, look at Scottie Pippen
Woah-woah, what this cap he living?
Woah-woah, rag to riches
Used to ride with bad intentions
Now, we fuck the baddest bitches, uh
If she got attitude, I call her SGA (On God)
Pimpin' in fashion, I ain't braggin', make them hoes pay (Run it up)
Off that Don, I could fuck all night, all day (Yeah, come here, come here)
And you ain't moving no weight, you ain't ever had to work that hallway, uh
Oh, I ain't tryna kick it with you niggas, uh (Kick it with you niggas)
Run up my Skrilla then go missin' on you niggas, uh (Missin' on you niggas)
I ain't tryna hit the same bitches as you niggas, uh (Ain't no way)
I love my bit' 'cause she more realer than you niggas, uh (That's bae)
He can take a dollar, we still killin' all them niggas (Killin' all them niggas)
He a snake and a rat, got no feelings for the nigga (No feelings for the nigga)
Pull up, Maybach, no, it ain't no ceilings on that bitch (Mm, no, no)
I won't lay back, I need some more millions out this shit, uh (Millions, uh)
I need millions out this shit, uh
I need- uh, I need some more millions out this shit, uh
Rolls-Royce truck, I'm tryna get it 'fore it's fixed, uh
Bad bit', she gon' come and eat up the whole clique, uh
Don in my cup, yeah, we chillin' in this ho, uh
Fuckin' with your bitch, she gon' feel me in this ho, huh
Uh-uh, I ain't got no ceilings in this ho, huh
Uh-uh, I ain't got no feelings for a ho, huh
Yeah, huh
Pour me up, nigga
I need some more shit in my cup, nigga, haha, yeah
Yeah, uh, uh
Oh, I ain't tryna kick it with you niggas, uh (No, no)
Run up my Skrilla then go missin' on you niggas, uh (Rah)
I ain't tryna hit the same bitches as you niggas, uh (Nah-ah)
I love my bit' 'cause she more realer than you niggas, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
He can take a dollar, we still killin' all them niggas (Killin' all them niggas)
He a snake and a rat, got no feelings for the nigga (No feelings for the nigga)
Pull up, Maybach, no, it ain't no ceilings on that bitch (Rah)
I won't lay back, I need some more millions out this shit, uh (What up?)
Wake up, 3.5, get it (Let's go)
Tryna fuck in the truck, I'm with it (Let's do it)
If she fine and caught my eye, nine times out of ten, I hit it (No cap)
If I was alive in '95, would've slid for Pac, nigga, fuck P. Diddy
I'm 6-foot tall, I weigh 160, but shit, my heart the fucking biggest
Big dawg, don't take a fake pill, it's silly
Let's slide, nothin' but Dracs and glizzies
It be the niggas on your team that hate the most, shit, look at Scottie Pippen
Woah-woah, what this cap he living?
Woah-woah, rag to riches
Used to ride with bad intentions
Now, we fuck the baddest bitches, uh
If she got attitude, I call her SGA (On God)
Pimpin' in fashion, I ain't braggin', make them hoes pay (Run it up)
Off that Don, I could fuck all night, all day (Yeah, come here, come here)
And you ain't moving no weight, you ain't ever had to work that hallway, uh
Oh, I ain't tryna kick it with you niggas, uh (Kick it with you niggas)
Run up my Skrilla then go missin' on you niggas, uh (Missin' on you niggas)
I ain't tryna hit the same bitches as you niggas, uh (Ain't no way)
I love my bit' 'cause she more realer than you niggas, uh (That's bae)
He can take a dollar, we still killin' all them niggas (Killin' all them niggas)
He a snake and a rat, got no feelings for the nigga (No feelings for the nigga)
Pull up, Maybach, no, it ain't no ceilings on that bitch (Mm, no, no)
I won't lay back, I need some more millions out this shit, uh (Millions, uh)
I need millions out this shit, uh
I need- uh, I need some more millions out this shit, uh
Rolls-Royce truck, I'm tryna get it 'fore it's fixed, uh
Bad bit', she gon' come and eat up the whole clique, uh
Don in my cup, yeah, we chillin' in this ho, uh
Fuckin' with your bitch, she gon' feel me in this ho, huh
Uh-uh, I ain't got no ceilings in this ho, huh
Uh-uh, I ain't got no feelings for a ho, huh
