Kick Rocks (Feat. Lil Darkie)

[Chorus: Freddie Dredd] 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 [Verse 1: Freddie Dredd] Kicking—kicking in your skull, it kinda hurt like Lego blocks The image in my mind is your neck in the knot All these groupie bitches, tell them go and kick rocks The Freddiе is exclusive to my bitch, and you are not Plеnty—plenty other 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? [Chorus: Freddie Dredd] 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 [Bridge: Lil Darkie] Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh [Verse 2: Lil Darkie] 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-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 ho say that shit agua C-C-Cocaína, that shit went through Nicaragua And-and yeah, I keep that pistol on me, that's my nigga stopper And-and fuck the way you think, I should be talking p-p-proper Put the AK-47, talkin' back like you his papa, uh P-P-Pop in at the opposition, with lead and copper, uh C-C-C-cock it back and let it bang What—what you hear 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 killin' nigga— With my—with my—with my—with my [Chorus: Freddie Dredd & Lil Darkie] 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