Ayy, let's go, let's go
Forehand, backhand, underhand
How the money keep comin' in
I got strokes on strokes on strokes
I'm goin' shot for shot for shot
Shout out Australia, my hittas worldwide
I'm too loyal, it'd be odd for me to even change sides
All this pressure couldn't break me, rather break ties
You would think that I'm on clay
The way the gang boutta slide
I don't dress in all white unless it's off-white, okay
If Wimbledon don't like the fit, I'm in, it's cool, I don't play
Shout out Petros, I'm with Nick, we gettin Litty out in L.A
New York City with my hittas, la familia, gang, gang
What's the plan? This is it, this is it
I'ma smoke you like a spliff and then go play Nintendo Switch
I'm authentic, what's tennis?
Check my girl out, you gon' see just what a ten is
Call me stupid, good trouble, tryna teach yo ass a lesson
Lotta players at the top, I don't fear em tho
I stepped in this game, I went Nick Kyrgios
Lotta haters want my spot, they ain't even close
I stepped in this game, I went Nick Kyrgios
Beat the odds one time, it's a miracle
I had to do it again, cause I'm really goated
They throwin' dirt on my name, I don't even notice
I got her legs US Open
I'mma grand slam, starin' at the check
Enough to make you throw up, gross what I net (they can't stand it)
Y'all be sippin' on Haterade, and I don't ever break a sweat (damn)
A lotta players at the top, but I don't fear them though
Look, real hittas only, I'm the only one that's real, yuh
Pull up feelin' like a Greek god
Cross me, I'm dottin' T's, uh
Don't raise a racket, not a peep, shush
She wanna babble a lot , I just want the head, ayy
I'm a killer, hope you got a will, son, you dead, ayy
Keep it rollin' like Garros, I'ma leave the court red
In a gold chain, wit my whole set, ayy
From the drop shot to the drop top, everything finesse
I got my own style, can't simulate
All this greatness from trials and tribulations
If I'm in the frame, that shit is breakin
A lotta players at the top, I don't fear em tho
I stepped in this game, I went Nick Kyrgios
Lotta haters want my spot, they ain't even close
I stepped in this game, I wet Nick Kyrgios
Forehand, backhand, underhand
How the money keep comin' in
I got strokes on strokes on strokes
I'm goin' shot for shot for shot
I'm takin' risks, I'm takin' chances
Flickin' my wrist, it's doin' damage
I got a hit, this is a cannon
Shout out Australia, my hittas worldwide
Sean Joseph - Nick Kyrgios Lyrics
Sean Joseph - Nick Kyrgios Lyrics
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English
Ayy, let's go, let's go
Forehand, backhand, underhand
How the money keep comin' in
I got strokes on strokes on strokes
I'm goin' shot for shot for shot
Shout out Australia, my hittas worldwide
I'm too loyal, it'd be odd for me to even change sides
All this pressure couldn't break me, rather break ties
You would think that I'm on clay
The way the gang boutta slide
I don't dress in all white unless it's off-white, okay
If Wimbledon don't like the fit, I'm in, it's cool, I don't play
Shout out Petros, I'm with Nick, we gettin Litty out in L.A
New York City with my hittas, la familia, gang, gang
What's the plan? This is it, this is it
I'ma smoke you like a spliff and then go play Nintendo Switch
I'm authentic, what's tennis?
Check my girl out, you gon' see just what a ten is
Call me stupid, good trouble, tryna teach yo ass a lesson
Lotta players at the top, I don't fear em tho
I stepped in this game, I went Nick Kyrgios
Lotta haters want my spot, they ain't even close
I stepped in this game, I went Nick Kyrgios
Beat the odds one time, it's a miracle
I had to do it again, cause I'm really goated
They throwin' dirt on my name, I don't even notice
I got her legs US Open
I'mma grand slam, starin' at the check
Enough to make you throw up, gross what I net (they can't stand it)
Y'all be sippin' on Haterade, and I don't ever break a sweat (damn)
A lotta players at the top, but I don't fear them though
Look, real hittas only, I'm the only one that's real, yuh
Pull up feelin' like a Greek god
Cross me, I'm dottin' T's, uh
Don't raise a racket, not a peep, shush
She wanna babble a lot , I just want the head, ayy
I'm a killer, hope you got a will, son, you dead, ayy
Keep it rollin' like Garros, I'ma leave the court red
In a gold chain, wit my whole set, ayy
From the drop shot to the drop top, everything finesse
I got my own style, can't simulate
All this greatness from trials and tribulations
If I'm in the frame, that shit is breakin
A lotta players at the top, I don't fear em tho
I stepped in this game, I went Nick Kyrgios
Lotta haters want my spot, they ain't even close
I stepped in this game, I wet Nick Kyrgios
Forehand, backhand, underhand
How the money keep comin' in
I got strokes on strokes on strokes
I'm goin' shot for shot for shot
I'm takin' risks, I'm takin' chances
Flickin' my wrist, it's doin' damage
I got a hit, this is a cannon
Shout out Australia, my hittas worldwide
Forehand, backhand, underhand
How the money keep comin' in
I got strokes on strokes on strokes
I'm goin' shot for shot for shot
Shout out Australia, my hittas worldwide
I'm too loyal, it'd be odd for me to even change sides
All this pressure couldn't break me, rather break ties
You would think that I'm on clay
The way the gang boutta slide
I don't dress in all white unless it's off-white, okay
If Wimbledon don't like the fit, I'm in, it's cool, I don't play
Shout out Petros, I'm with Nick, we gettin Litty out in L.A
New York City with my hittas, la familia, gang, gang
What's the plan? This is it, this is it
I'ma smoke you like a spliff and then go play Nintendo Switch
I'm authentic, what's tennis?
Check my girl out, you gon' see just what a ten is
Call me stupid, good trouble, tryna teach yo ass a lesson
Lotta players at the top, I don't fear em tho
I stepped in this game, I went Nick Kyrgios
Lotta haters want my spot, they ain't even close
I stepped in this game, I went Nick Kyrgios
Beat the odds one time, it's a miracle
I had to do it again, cause I'm really goated
They throwin' dirt on my name, I don't even notice
I got her legs US Open
I'mma grand slam, starin' at the check
Enough to make you throw up, gross what I net (they can't stand it)
Y'all be sippin' on Haterade, and I don't ever break a sweat (damn)
A lotta players at the top, but I don't fear them though
Look, real hittas only, I'm the only one that's real, yuh
Pull up feelin' like a Greek god
Cross me, I'm dottin' T's, uh
Don't raise a racket, not a peep, shush
She wanna babble a lot , I just want the head, ayy
I'm a killer, hope you got a will, son, you dead, ayy
Keep it rollin' like Garros, I'ma leave the court red
In a gold chain, wit my whole set, ayy
From the drop shot to the drop top, everything finesse
I got my own style, can't simulate
All this greatness from trials and tribulations
If I'm in the frame, that shit is breakin
A lotta players at the top, I don't fear em tho
I stepped in this game, I went Nick Kyrgios
Lotta haters want my spot, they ain't even close
I stepped in this game, I wet Nick Kyrgios
Forehand, backhand, underhand
How the money keep comin' in
I got strokes on strokes on strokes
I'm goin' shot for shot for shot
I'm takin' risks, I'm takin' chances
Flickin' my wrist, it's doin' damage
I got a hit, this is a cannon
Shout out Australia, my hittas worldwide
Writer: Sean Solomonoff
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