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 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? [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-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 P-Put that AK-47, talking back like you his papa P-P-Popping at the opposition, with lead and copper 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 can with nothing More bitches for the killing nigga- With my-, With my-, With my-, With my- [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