Lyrics Kickback by Eli Fross

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh, huh
Great John on the beat by the way
Forty on me

[Chorus]
These baddies bad, but they all groupies
They freaks, tryna get real groovy (Ha)
Puss real good, get trapped in that coochie (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
Not me, I'm smooth, no smoothie
Yeah, and this Mike Amiri, not Kuspi (Woo)
And I rock Versace when I'm boolin'
Yeah, when I drink that Henny, I get moody (Yeah)
Make a funny move, I start shooting, yeah

[Verse]
Now I don't got time for the shit now (No, no)
Act up, back up, make him sit down (Grrah)
Opps mad, yeah, they know I'm the the shit now (Uh-huh)
Racks up, packed up, yeah, they pissed now (Yeah)
Can't fuck, baby girl, bring them lips down (Uh-huh)
Just top, no leg, good spit rounds (Ha)
Got me moving like Phineas and Ferb (Woo, woo) the way I make moves when she dicked down
Yeah, I don't got time for the talk, lil' nigga, I'm the G.O.A.T (Gah, gah, gah, gah), need permission to speak, yeah
I'm always on point, won't catch me lack on the strip (Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
We shoot when you peek out, yeah
The baddies of bitches be fucking my niggas, we making the baddies be Treese out gang (Yeah)
And they know I got drip mixed with some sauce
The bitches, they see me, they screaming my name (Gah, gah)
My bitch be playing with them keys (Yeah), so I'm calling her Alicia (Yeah, yeah)
I got these Power Puff Girls, hold on, now I'm tryna have a three some (Gah, gah)
They said the oops block hot, hold on, so I'm coming, sending pizza (Uh)
I get that perky in my system, hold on (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), and this dick will never leave her
Like you'll get popped from the gecko
Straight stop, life stop, get sent home (Woo, woo, woo), hold on
We could fuck in the friend zone
No love, no cuff, we just fuck on, hold on (Goddamn)
Get a problem, then get it solved
Don't dwell on the past, nigga, live on, hold on (What?)
I love money 'cause I been broke (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
I was down on my ass in a big storm

[Chorus]
These baddies bad, but they all groupies
They freaks, tryna get real groovy (Ha)
Puss real good, get trapped in that coochie (Oh yeah)
Not me, I'm smooth, no smoothie
Yeah, and this Mike Amiri, not Kuspi (Woo)
And I rock Versace when I'm boolin' (Goddamn)
Yeah, when I drink that Henny, I get moody (Ha)
Make a funny move, I start shooting, yeah

[Outro]
Gah
Gah, gah, gah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), gah, gah, gah (Yeah)
We dead beat, huh