Kid Created Playa - Kickin' Flavor (feat. GA's9) Lyrics

Tell me that you ridin but you aint
You the scary type and thats just why you cant
Im so tired of all these mf'n lames
Still two faced and neither in the game
Keep on hatin but im way above ya range
Bruh dont talk to me dont even drop my name
Get actin sideways I hit you wit dat aim
Over here ain ridin round with nun but gang, aint nun but gang

Dont play pull up pronto
Tryna pay me head honcho
Catch me in the field like a bronco
Shotout to my plugs slash vatos
Roll these things up got alot though
Cold like the snow but im hot though
Allstar at both but im not bo
Call it what you want but i got flow
Automarred wrist on lock glow
Real money mitch and ill cop those
Get the money fast just make another flip
GA's9 boy how you so slick
Not so fast cant tell ya how i tick
Call me john wayne gota banger on my hip
Tryna race me ima end up with a slip
Been off the L yea never not trippin
Been in the hood wit my bigs just crippin
Wave on the surfboard yea im rippin
Messin with the wrong one end up missin
Lost sanchez and fresh to prison
Hit me when you out boys got dese missions
Snowin on my neck boy yea i glisten
Life so short so many decisons
Once i seen it then i had to go and get it
Try and mark my name i keep erasas
XD40 on the table and its faced up
Rock that fendi but these saci's bitch im laced up
Lil boy why you so broke get you a paystub we li

Tell me that you ridin but you aint
You the scary type and thats just why you cant
Im so tired of all these mf'n lames
Still two faced and neither in the game
Keep on hatin but im way above ya range
Bruh dont talk to me dont even drop my name
Get actin sideways I hit you wit dat aim
Over here ain ridin round with nun but gang, aint nun but gang

Oka it's rack season
How you percolating
Got new stacks up in my jeans
Ya I been working baby
They trying to knock me off my shine
And I can't let em take
So much green up in my pocket
Think my wallet racist
Everyday you off
Well tell me how that feel
I been dripping sauce
I been switching wheels
When I make
They gone try to tell me it ain't real
I run wit bosses
But we all got our own different skills
Trynna pull r3 Youngin
I might hit ya block
See im the coolest cat town
You can't say I'm not
Got my foot up to they neck
Until a nigga pop
Even then I'm on 10
That's just how I rock
They didn't wanna take me serious
I guess I'm underrated
My Niggas Trynna hit a lick
Cause they ain't got no patience
Everybody got a shooter
Mine don't Leave no traces
On my shit I'm standing tall
Big feet like Lil baby

Tell me that you ridin but you aint
You the scary type and thats just why you cant
Im so tired of all these mf'n lames
Still two faced and neither in the game
Keep on hatin but im way above ya range
Bruh dont talk to me dont even drop my name
Get actin sideways I hit you wit dat aim
Over here ain ridin round with nun but gang, aint nun but gang