Kicks

[Kill Bill]

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

Put the chump up, slump, put the bump up in your mix

And I'm, so sick with the lyrics God dammit

Y'all get it, I'm famished, live it up when I'm lamping

Big shoes, fourteens on the feet

Kill Bill, you're the king on the beat, no sleep

I'm a keep rhyming when I twist up the ramen

Drumming keep timing, pretty bitch right beside me and uh

Six four, not the car, just height

Sick flower with the bars, just right, all right, (all right)

I ain't tripping when I'm finding my phone

Pain dripping off the top of my dome, that's alright though

I ain't playing man my mind gets psycho

Wrecking on the mic, man it's time for Geico

Hit my boy Rav for the cyc of Vico

I like to tight flow, the mic is my ho

And I'm having fun, everybody just dance with me

I'm trying to find a girl to get up out them pants for me

You know the name, Kill Bill be the man to be

My fans can see, the stans and freaks

We on, ten eleven, get the reverend