Testo Kick Rocks

With my- with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang
Freddie- the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain
The chorus- the chorus said it, I just want your DNA
Killing- killing bitches is so fun, it ain’t for fame (Ain’t for—)
With my- with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang
Freddie- the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain
The chorus- the chorus said it, I just want your DNA
Killing- killing bitches is so fun, it ain’t for fame
Kicking- kicking in your skull, it kinda hurt like Lego blocks
This image in my mind is your neck, in a knot
All these groupie bitches, tell them go and kick rocks
The Freddie is exclusivе to my bitch, and you are not
Plenty- plenty othеr people wanna be like me
But they don’t got the guts, or the gall, or the nuts
Bitches call me daddy, but I’m gonna kill their daddy
Smoke a fatty, I have had it
Where’s my gun and where is Bradley?

With my- with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang
Freddie- the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain
The chorus- the chorus said it, I just want your DNA (DN—)
Killing- killing bitches is so fun, it ain’t for fame
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M-M-Money fallin' out my pockets while I run from the police
I-I don’t give a fuck, I cock it back, he done, there ain’t no peace
The chorus- the chorus hits like it’s the hammer on the piece
M-M-Motherfucker what you talkin' 'bout? I’m slicker than some grease
Slide it- slide it on 'em with the choppa
S-S-Slide it on 'em like a slip n' slide
W-W-Water, w-w-water on my neck, my Spanish hoe say that she aqua
C-C-Cocaína, that shit run through Nicaragua
A-And yeah I keep that pistol on me, that’s my nigga stopper
And fuck the way you think, I should be talking p-p-proper
Put that AK-47, talking back like you his papa, uh
P-P-Popping at the opposition, with lead and copper, uh
C-C-C-Cock it back and let it bang
What- what you hid in the music, hyper-violence in the pain
The chorus- the chorus, don’t tell you what you get with the fame
More bitches for the killing nigga-
With my-, with my-, with my-, with my-

With my- with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang (Haha)
Freddie- the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain
The chorus- the chorus said it, I just want your DNA
Killing- killing bitches is so fun, it ain’t for fame (Ain’t for—)
With my- with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang
Freddie- the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain
The chorus- the chorus said it, I just want your DNA
Killing- killing bitches is so fun, it ain’t for fame