Kickin' Songtext

von Yelawolf

Bass
Whose the one from the pine, whaddup yall?
I'm the one from the grind, how low yall, low below the dixie line, fuck wit me
I'll show ya how to yeild a quarter pound off the rippy, off the rippy
Im catfish, bitch
I am back in rusty steak knife
(who?) pump action
Nadda nothin buddy don't even bother (holler) him
I told you im cat fish, I'm quick to swaller (swaller) him
Young gangsters bustin wanna act bad (bad)
Wasteing gun shells like Bush in Baghdad
My bazooka got the chopper in Zone
Betcha ya did huh like a motherfuckin hoe
Glass breakin I have your mother duckin low
Back down ha now that's a motherfuckin joke
Hot Southern boys got hot butter for your soul
Cracker barrel fulla dynamite so lets go
My rattlin trunk, got them bobble heads lookin

Rearveiw mirrors got the world sittin crocked
I am kick kickin kick kick kick kickin
Kick kickin kick kick kick kickin
These twelve inch speakers, these six inch tweaters
I'm playin those haters
I got that heater
I am kick kickin kick kick kick kickin
Kick kickin kick kick kick kickin give me that kenwood these kicks are tempting

I'm blowin this shit up like bottles of jim beam

Knockers droping, models are modeling
Vibrateing seat will make me start wobbling
You can want it bad well then Ill give you my pickle
So off the chain that I can't pedal my bicycle
Ain't got no pedro, still get it crunk though
Leavin my tire marks and hip hop centerfolds
Oh!
I know that amplifiers heated up
Oh!
I know the DJ wanna speed it up
My shits snappin, it ain't snap music
But you can lean back and throw it up, come on
These Alabama boys connect with Atlanta boys
Raised by them gun lovers who load up banana boys
Drivin them chevys and throwin Ds on them cadillacs
Speakers and tweeters beatin my whip got that battle back

My rattlin trunk, got them bobble heads lookin

Rearview mirrors got the world sittin crocked
I am kick kickin kick kick kick kickin
Kick kickin kick kick kick kickin
These twelve inch speakers, these six inch tweaters
I'm playin those haters
I got that heater
I am kick kickin kick kick kick kickin

Kick kickin kick kick kick kickin
Yeaaih I'm Southern

I'm crazy, I'm drivin, Chevys daily
Hollar at ya, burnin tires
Burnin tires, I'm trashy I'm trashy, Im fire
Yeah
Ill stick em good, I'll show em up
I'll show em hood.
I don't give a fuck
I'm from the trailer park
I help king
I don't get any part
So watch your spelling
In the evening tha ring a ling ling
Cellular blowin up, they want a ding a ling

I'm the leading scene
The pimp of the leading team
We number one of all seven dixie mafia family

My rattlin trunk got them bobble heads lookin
Rearview mirrors got the world sittin crocked
I am kick kickin kick kick kick kickin
Kick kickin kick kick kick kickin
These twelve inch speakers, these six inch tweaters
I'm playin those haters
I got that heater
I am kick kickin kick kick kick kickin
Kick kickin kick kick kick kickin