Soulja Boy – Kickstand Lyrics

[Intro]
S.O.D (420)

[Chorus]
Kickstand, kickstand
All my niggas in the club on that kickstand, kickstand (Soulja)
Kickstand, kickstand
All my niggas in the club on that kickstand, kickstand (Scream)
Kickstand, kickstand
All my niggas in the club on that kickstand, kickstand (Izzo)
Kickstand, kickstand
All my niggas in the club on that kickstand, kickstand

[Verse 1]
Pop one, pop two, I’m outta here I’m outta here
S.O.D crew, we outta here we outta here
Money out the roof, the Maserati coupe
Got me flexin’ down the highway
Everybody know I got the Phantom in the driveway
Double cue 30 ice ain’t nun but that motherfuckin’ sprite in my double cup
Everywhere I go I’m throwin’ money, yeah
Juice Mixtape got the streets on fire
I’ma keep sending shots till these old niggas retire, Lil Dre

[Chorus]
Kickstand, kickstand
All my niggas in the club on that kickstand, kickstand
Kickstand, kickstand
All my niggas in the club on that kickstand, kickstand
Kickstand, kickstand
All my niggas in the club on that kickstand, kickstand
Kickstand, kickstand
All my niggas in the club on that kickstand, kickstand

[Verse 2]
Yeah you already know
Tony on that kickstand
Tryna find out how much sweet a nigga will stand
Bitch, you know I got that money sorta like Uncle Sam
Might as well get high, pop a couple Rozan
Say you wanna smoke, I have that kush rolled in right instant
And you already know that’s a old fragrance
Yellow diamonds have all these bitches staring
Yeah I’m so first they think the nigga is arrogant
These flashy flashy waves, man that shit is apparent

[Chorus]
Kickstand, kickstand
All my niggas in the club on that kickstand, kickstand
Kickstand, kickstand
All my niggas in the club on that kickstand, kickstand
Kickstand, kickstand
All my niggas in the club on that kickstand, kickstand
Kickstand, kickstand
All my niggas in the club on that kickstand, kickstand

[Verse 3]
You niggas thought it was over but I’m not finished
Fall in the club bitch fuckin’ up a ticket
Blowin’ on dat loud pat, we don’t smoke no midgets
Drop top Maserati and yo bitch is in it
And the window tinted and I’m sippin’ kickstand
Never gave a fuck ‘cuz I’m throwin’ big bands
Me and Tony yo that’s that simp set connect
Got that YGRN so you better show respect
Man you know I’m in your town fuckin’ up a check
I throw the bands in this bitch and I’ma cut that check
And when it time for the beef, bitch, I’ma grip that tec
Nigga know I’m showin off, you know I’m gon splash
Got the juice in the booth with my nigga countin’ cash
Calico Jonez, money gang fam
I can’t forget my nigga killa kam
We still throwin’ bands, the lamb between the man
I’ve been posted up so heavy on that fuckin kickstand
Dre be my name but you can call me Lil’ Soulja
Been throwin’ these racks, boy, I thought that I told ya
Back in Panolla, ride in that drop
Had the lambo doors up, man, this shit do not stop

Marc E. Bassy – Rot Your Brain Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Woke up this morning
But I didn’t woke up, I just got up
Check my instagram to see what’s the lastest gossip
Told myself:
Brush your teeth before you rot your brain
But fuck it man
You know always lose this game start with
Pizza Nisa, there’s some chick, Amina
Some dudes they tag lately
What these girls thinking?
Big swaggy bruh belly
Then my girl, Seli
Cloudynoir, Jesus Christ girl, get healthy
Unfollowed the Biebs
Probably because I’m just jelly
Nicnacbeats got new fire with Felli
Recognize this guy
Let me see his shit
Always on a yatcht
I think I know that bitch
Oh I really do
She’s fucking with her too
And I swear I met her at a Gerald photo shoot
This about the time I realize where I’m at
It’s been 45 minutes
I’m still here on my back
I can’t stop looking
Shit is like crack
If I did take a break
Pornhub and a nap

[Verse 2]
Then I tap in on my ex
See who liking all the pics
Nick Jonas…
What a wee bitch
Now I’m looking at his shit
Is he an upgrade from me?
Marky relax
You just dodged a bullet, you lucky
DM slides
Koreen, Koreen, Koreen
She never reply really but
One day I’m gon (?)
(?)
Draws pictures of Pac
Then she naked in the mirror
It’s too much for me to watch
Twenty cats asking how much a verse cost
Some groupie said she had my number but it got lost

[Verse 3]
Gotta scroll through the galore page
I go all the way down
See my ex-next-in, we’re not fucking right now
Yoitsmenick liking every bitch pic
There he go with the rolls
The hoe that sucked the whole clique
To Kill For coming
Kevin Hart running
Police beating up the youth over nothing
21 stunting
All Louis-ed out
Cashoutkeese just flipped another house
Chacheeeeee with six e’s got the cutest damn niece
Lil Dre with the youth skate boarding through the streets
Shabazzo, you the real cultural
Dollar Sign just went gold off Blasé
I love to see my homies win
Only good thing about Instagram