Yelawolf Kickin Lyrics
Kickin by Yelawolf
Bass!
Who the one from the pines? (what up y'all?)
I'm the one on the grind. (how low y'all?)
Low below the dixie line, fuck with me,
I'll show you how to yield a quarter pound of the rippy!
I'm catfish bitch, I'm back in west east state, knife -
Who want action? not a nothin' buddy, don't even bother him
I told you I'm catfish, I'm quick to swaller 'em!
Young gangsters bustin', wanna act bad,
Wastin gun shells like bush in baghdad.
Top of the school got the chopper in soul,
Betcha he takes it like a mothafuckin HOOOE!
Glass breakin got your mother duckin' low,
Back down ha, now that's a mothafuckin' joke.
Southern boys got hot butter for your soul!
Crack a barrel full of dynamite so let's go!
This one's dedicated to uh... magic mike!
(Chorus)
My rattlin' trunk got them bobble heads lookin',
Rear view mirror's got the world sittin crooked.
I'm [ kick kickin' kick kick kick kickin' (x2) ]
These 12 inch speakers these 6 inch tweeters,
I'm playin' those heaters I got that beater,
I'm [ kick kickin kick kick kick kickin (x2) ]
DJ Clever, Scapezilla, Battery vibe, DROP!
Gimme that kenwood, these kicks are tempting,
I'm throwin' this sheep up like bottles of Jim Bean.
Knock is dropping, models are modeling,
And vibratin seats will make knees start wobbling,
You want it bad well then I'll give you my pickle,
Throw of the chain so I can pedal my bicycle,
Still got no back petro, still get it crunk though,
Leaving my tiremarks in hip hop centerfolds.
Oh! I know that ampliphiers heated up. ho!
I know the DJ wanna speed it up!
My shits snappin', it aint snap music,
But you can lean back and throw it up. (c'mon! )
These Alabama boys connect with Atlanta boys,
Raised by them gun lovers who load the banana boys,
Droppin' them Chevys and throwin' D's on them Caddilacs,
Speakers and tweeters beatin'
While we got the rattleback, yeah.
(Chorus repeats)
My rattlin' trunk got them bobble heads lookin',
Rear view mirror's got the world sittin crooked.
I'm [ kick kickin' kick kick kick kickin' (x2) ]
These 12 inch speakers these 6 inch tweeters,
I'm playin' those heaters I got that beater,
I'm [ kick kickin kick kick kick kickin (x2) ]
Yeah I'm southern, I'm crazy, I'm drivin Chevys daily,
Holleratchee! (holleratchee)
Burnin' tires. (burnin' tires)
I'm trashy, but I'm fired. (yeah! )
I stick em good, I show em up,
I'll show em hood, now I don't give a fuck!
From the trailer park. I help king.
Don't get any parts, so watch your spelling!
In the evening they ring a ling ling,
Cellular blowin' up they wanna ding a ling!
Imma lead a team, the pimp of the leading scene.
We number 1 over 7, Dixie might be the family.
(Chorus repeats again)
My rattlin' trunk got them bobble heads lookin',
Rear view mirror's got the world sittin crooked.
I'm [ kick kickin' kick kick kick kickin' (x2) ]
These 12 inch speakers these 6 inch tweeters,
I'm playin' those heaters I got that beater,
I'm [ kick kickin kick kick kick kickin (x2) ] (hey! )
Who the one from the pines? (what up y'all?)
I'm the one on the grind. (how low y'all?)
Low below the dixie line, fuck with me,
I'll show you how to yield a quarter pound of the rippy!
I'm catfish bitch, I'm back in west east state, knife -
Who want action? not a nothin' buddy, don't even bother him
I told you I'm catfish, I'm quick to swaller 'em!
Young gangsters bustin', wanna act bad,
Wastin gun shells like bush in baghdad.
Top of the school got the chopper in soul,
Betcha he takes it like a mothafuckin HOOOE!
Glass breakin got your mother duckin' low,
Back down ha, now that's a mothafuckin' joke.
Southern boys got hot butter for your soul!
Crack a barrel full of dynamite so let's go!
This one's dedicated to uh... magic mike!
(Chorus)
My rattlin' trunk got them bobble heads lookin',
Rear view mirror's got the world sittin crooked.
I'm [ kick kickin' kick kick kick kickin' (x2) ]
These 12 inch speakers these 6 inch tweeters,
I'm playin' those heaters I got that beater,
I'm [ kick kickin kick kick kick kickin (x2) ]
DJ Clever, Scapezilla, Battery vibe, DROP!
Gimme that kenwood, these kicks are tempting,
I'm throwin' this sheep up like bottles of Jim Bean.
Knock is dropping, models are modeling,
And vibratin seats will make knees start wobbling,
You want it bad well then I'll give you my pickle,
Throw of the chain so I can pedal my bicycle,
Still got no back petro, still get it crunk though,
Leaving my tiremarks in hip hop centerfolds.
Oh! I know that ampliphiers heated up. ho!
I know the DJ wanna speed it up!
My shits snappin', it aint snap music,
But you can lean back and throw it up. (c'mon! )
These Alabama boys connect with Atlanta boys,
Raised by them gun lovers who load the banana boys,
Droppin' them Chevys and throwin' D's on them Caddilacs,
Speakers and tweeters beatin'
While we got the rattleback, yeah.
(Chorus repeats)
My rattlin' trunk got them bobble heads lookin',
Rear view mirror's got the world sittin crooked.
I'm [ kick kickin' kick kick kick kickin' (x2) ]
These 12 inch speakers these 6 inch tweeters,
I'm playin' those heaters I got that beater,
I'm [ kick kickin kick kick kick kickin (x2) ]
Yeah I'm southern, I'm crazy, I'm drivin Chevys daily,
Holleratchee! (holleratchee)
Burnin' tires. (burnin' tires)
I'm trashy, but I'm fired. (yeah! )
I stick em good, I show em up,
I'll show em hood, now I don't give a fuck!
From the trailer park. I help king.
Don't get any parts, so watch your spelling!
In the evening they ring a ling ling,
Cellular blowin' up they wanna ding a ling!
Imma lead a team, the pimp of the leading scene.
We number 1 over 7, Dixie might be the family.
(Chorus repeats again)
My rattlin' trunk got them bobble heads lookin',
Rear view mirror's got the world sittin crooked.
I'm [ kick kickin' kick kick kick kickin' (x2) ]
These 12 inch speakers these 6 inch tweeters,
I'm playin' those heaters I got that beater,
I'm [ kick kickin kick kick kick kickin (x2) ] (hey! )