Kickboxer Lyrics by YoungBoy Never Broke Again
H20, I’m a double-O, I went kick boxing (Wop)
Prada with Givenchy coat, she went criss-crossing (Yeah)
I hop out, went in the store, she told me, “Ye callin'”
I filled my coupe with plenty hoes, I went hot boxing (Yeah)
I gotta million dollars worth of diamonds on my body (Slime)
Racks gon’ call my phone, he told me, “Top, you just too slimey, slimey” (Yeah)
Racks all in my home (***), racks all on phone
I got these hoes runnin’ ’round in thongs, she just bought me Burberry cologne (Put on)
I told ’em get out the Yo ’cause I’m up in my zone
Bro gon’ smoke out the pound, I’ma lay it right down (Oh)
Ran it back up, fifty-mill’ for my tour
I grew up in the gutter, I’m straight out the sewer
She was keepin’ her distance, that money gon’ lure her
They ain’t knockin’ my pimpin’, she ready to do it
I’m reloaded, I’m with it, I’m runnin’ right to it
And the time that I get when I ran right into him
Alright, pills on the [?]
Ring, ring, can you stop the callin’ my line?
That *** [?] but he don’t really be on that, you know that he doin’ it right (He do it)
I’ma leave with her friend and come back through the night
And this ho, she fantastic, that *** was tight
Run it up, run it up, I just pulled up in a Benz truck
All of my diamonds so bright, Shyne been changin’ the look
All these Crips, they [?] Top Quando
I keep *** straight down, Milano
She know that I’m havin, I dress up in Bally
I switch up the jacket, she still let me tap it
She know that I love that 4MATIC
Lil’ shawty wear red, so I switch to the classic, told on my daddy
My sisters got paper, my mama’ll manage
Fillin’ up [?] manage
Pop my *** in Walmart tee
Chinese restaurant, go eat
This *** way from overseas, and I gotta dissect whenever she speak
H20, I’m a double-O, I went kick boxing (Kick boxing)
Prada with Givenchy coat, she went criss-crossing (Criss-cross)
I hop out, went in the store, she told me, “Ye callin'” (Ye callin’)
I filled my coupe with plenty hoes, I went hot boxing (Yeah)
I gotta million dollars richer, diamonds on my back (Slime)
Racks gon’ call my phone, he told me, “Top, you just too slimey, slimey”
Racks all in my home, ***
Racks all in my phone
I got these hoes runnin’ ’round in thongs, she just bought me Burberry cologne
Who got three M’s? I’m gon’ hit you through a wall
I got one million inside of Goyard
This *** ain’t enough, make me feel like a child
Fifty thousand dollars, Jesus piece, I [?] don’t touch my child
I took up the challenge, tell them to take it to trial (To take it to trial)
[?] coupe like the mamba, I ran up them commas, they see that I do
Lil’ bro, brodie gon’ stay with that llama, we pull up right on ’em, he ready to do it
Lil’ baby Latino, I’m callin’ her mami
Put my state on a jet, a young *** done flew it
I ain’t holdin’ enough to buy me a jet, but I buy me a yacht on the water tourin’ (Uh)
I ain’t holdin’ her up, she been bringing me down
Smilin’ [?] frown
When that alley go up, I’ma dunk on these niggas, don’t *** with these niggas, they can’t come around (Woah, woah, woah)
[?] so sick that he coughin’, he know it ain’t no talkin’, I’m pullin’ up often
I ran up Miami, that’s fifty some thousand, I turn up my loft with coffins
I tatted my face comin’ straight out the A, *** brought up my name, I offed ’em
*** play with that money, we chalked ’em
*** tried to come follow, I lost ’em
*** played like a snake, I done offed ’em
Ain’t no internet games, I called ’em
[?] let it off on ’em, he sawed ’em
Put some diamonds on diamonds, I’m flossin’ (Top, Top)
H20, I’m a double-O, I went kick boxing (For real)
Prada with Givenchy coat, she went criss-crossing (She went Christian)
I hop out, went in the store, she told me, “Ye callin'”
I filled my coupe with plenty hoes, I went hot boxing (Yeah)
I gotta million dollars richer, diamonds on my back (Slime)
Racks gon’ call my phone, he told me, “TOP you just too slimey, slimey”
Racks all in my home (Racks)
Racks all in my phone (Racks)
I got these hoes runnin’ ’round in thongs, she just bought me Burberry cologne (Burberry cologne)
(H20, I’m a double-O, I went kick boxing)
(Turnt up on these hoes, I went hot boxing)