Kick Rocks

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

Kicking—kicking in your skull, it kinda hurt like Lego blocks

The image in my mind is your neck in the knot

All these groupie bitches, tell them go and kick rocks

The Freddie is exclusive to my bitch, and you are not
Plenty—plenty other 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?

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

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

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-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 ho say that shit agua

C-C-Cocaína, that shit went through Nicaragua

And-and yeah, I keep that pistol on me, that's my nigga stopper

And-and fuck the way you think I should be talking pr-pr-proper

Put the AK-47, talkin' back like you his papa, uh
P-P-Pop in at the opposition, with lead and copper, uh
C-C-C-Cock it back and let it bang

What—what you hear in the music, hyper-violence in the pain
The chorus—the chorus, don't tell you what you get with the fame
More bitches for the killin' nigga—
With my—with my—with my—with my

With my—with my Glock I cock it back and let it bang (Haha)
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