All I want to do is kick, kick it with my bruddas All I want to do is cop a fifth with my bruddas
Take it to the crib and get lit with my bruddas
All I want to do is kick, kick it with my bruddas Strictly with my bruddas
Fresh off the plane
Sweatpants with the zippers
Tee-shirt with the hoodie
Tube socks with the slippers
Wait
Fresh off the plane
Sweatpants with the zippers
Tee-shirt with the hoodie
Tube socks with the slippers
All I want to do is get a little bit of grub
Get a little bit of drink
Get a little bit of drunk
I'm a simple man
I don't need a lot
Just get the vibe right
I be all up in the spot
What's the limelight if I don't got my boys here
Take me back to basics when this shit was all a dream and get my mind right
I been over thinking things
Look how far we made it man
It ain't all about the paper, man
(But a lot of it is)
Feet up on the couch
Lampin' at the avenue
Lions doin' work
That's a Sunday afternoon Swear I'm livin, my dude
Spend a day with my people
And that's a given, my dude
No worries on my mental
Flurries out the window
Sin city in November and they wonder why we been cold
517, love to anyone reppin
Love to play you on my old shit
For anyone checkin'
We go way way back
I got my payday in that thing
I won't stop until my boys all have our heyday in that thing
Writer(s): Matthew Duda
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