Yelawolf - Kickin Lyrics
BassWho the one from the pine, whaddup yall?I'm the one from the grind, How low yallLow below the Dixie line, ***** with me, I'll show ya how to pull the quarter pound off the rippy, off the rippyI'm catfish *****I am back in thisThese steak knife (who?) pump actionNadda nothin buddy don't even try to bother (holler) himI told you I'm catfish, I'm quick to swaller (swaller) himYoung gangsters bustin wanna act bad (bad)Worse than gun shells like Bush in BaghdadMy bazooka got the chopper in ZoneBake Chili muffins like a mother*****in hoeGlass breakin I have your mother duckin lowBack down haha now that's a mother*****in jokeSouthern boys got hot butter for your soulCracker barrel bullet dynamite so lets go[Chorus]My rattlin trunk, got them bobble heads lookinRear view mirrors got the world sittin crookedI am kick kickin kick kick kick kickinKick kickin kick kick kick kickinThese twelve inch speakers, these six inch tweatersI'm playin those hatersI got that gatorI am kick kickin kick kick kick kickinKick kickin kick kick kick kickin[End Chorus]Give me the keywood, these kicks are temptingI'm blowin this shit up like bottles of Jim BeamKnockers drop me, models are modelingI can't get a seat so make me start wobblingYou want it bad well then I give you my pickleI took off the chain now I can't pedal my bicycleAin't got no pedro, still get it crunk thoughLeavin my tire marks and hip hop centerfoldsOh! I know that amplifiers heated upOh! I know the DJ wanna speed it upMy shits snappin, it ain't snap musicBut you can lean back and throw it up, come onThese Alabama boys connect with Atlanta boysRaised up by gun lovers who load up bananas boyDrivin them jettys and throwin Ds on them cadillacsSpeakers and tweeters beatin my whip got that battle back[Chorus]Yeah I'm SouthernI'm crazy, I'm drivin, Chevy's dailyHollar at g, burnin tiresBurnin tires, I'm trashy I'm trashy, on fireYeahI'll stick em good, I'll show em upI'll show em hood, I don't give a *****I'm from the trailer parkI help kingI don't get any partSo I just better leaveDaling daling dalinga ring ringCellular blowing up they wanna dinga lingI'm a limousineThe pimple of the leading teamWe number one of all 7 of dicks of my f-family[Chorus]
