Kik Bitches 2 Ft. Steezy by Jake The Clout Lord Lyrics
[Intro]
Dave: Man i tell you Jake is a real ass nigga
Jake:Hey shout out Isaac man
Random Kik Bitch: “Jake The Clout Lord”
[Verse 1]
Stezzy: Ay it’s Stezzy I’m the bitch and the whole fam on lean
That mean shit twisted for your whole family
Can’t touch these Kik hoes
They all some freak hoes
See me I bleed gold
Y’all some weak hoes
Can’t trust these Kik Bitches
Text these sneak bitches
See me I bleed riches
Yah I sleep with the fishes
I dig deep dishes
Can’t trust these Kik Bitches
I say hi to your misses
Bitch we finna get it
[Verse 2]
Jake The Clout Lord: Ay
Bitch we finna get it I ain’t trippin
I’ve been fuckin wipin in the fuckin kitchen
Why the fuck is your bitch steady Kik bitchen
All my fuckin brothers Cripin
Shoot you in the leg, leave yo ass limpin
Imma hit you with the fuckin
[Bridge]
Pussy boy I ain’t Kikin
Pussy boy I ain’t Kikin
I ain’t trust these Kik Bitches
[Verse 2]
Jake The Clout Lord: I ain’t trust these Kik bitches
You know me I’m just seeking mistress
I pull up with my goons and we dippin
Pussy boy I hit up ass with Smith and Wesson
I ain’t trippin on these [?] I be rippin
Pulling up with my team yah we crippin
You can’t smoke for free yah you gotta chip in
Little bitch know I’m ballin Scotty Pippen
Off the shit with the lean that we be sippin
Stupid bitch told me just to put the tip in
Imma savage so you know I didn’t listen
[?] so iced out that I be drippin
Can you tell your bitch to get up out my mentions
Bitch I’m finna quickscope you, intervention
I ain’t trust these Kik Bitches
I ain’t trust these Kik Bitches
You can call me Ling Ling cus im eating cats
Had to call that stupid bitch, to get my strap back
Ben trappin out the back pack
Boy you gonna pass that?
Ou
Smokin on that good gas
Ou
Pussy boy do ya math
Ou
Counting up these fucking racks
Bitch I’m driving really fuckin fast
Pray to go I hope I fuckin crash
Pussy boy you can get whacked
Pussy boy you can get whacked
Pussy boy you can get whacked
I ain’t trust these Kik Bitches
I ain’t trust these Kik Bitches
Dave: Man i tell you Jake is a real ass nigga
Jake:Hey shout out Isaac man
Random Kik Bitch: “Jake The Clout Lord”
[Verse 1]
Stezzy: Ay it’s Stezzy I’m the bitch and the whole fam on lean
That mean shit twisted for your whole family
Can’t touch these Kik hoes
They all some freak hoes
See me I bleed gold
Y’all some weak hoes
Can’t trust these Kik Bitches
Text these sneak bitches
See me I bleed riches
Yah I sleep with the fishes
I dig deep dishes
Can’t trust these Kik Bitches
I say hi to your misses
Bitch we finna get it
[Verse 2]
Jake The Clout Lord: Ay
Bitch we finna get it I ain’t trippin
I’ve been fuckin wipin in the fuckin kitchen
Why the fuck is your bitch steady Kik bitchen
All my fuckin brothers Cripin
Shoot you in the leg, leave yo ass limpin
Imma hit you with the fuckin
[Bridge]
Pussy boy I ain’t Kikin
Pussy boy I ain’t Kikin
I ain’t trust these Kik Bitches
[Verse 2]
Jake The Clout Lord: I ain’t trust these Kik bitches
You know me I’m just seeking mistress
I pull up with my goons and we dippin
Pussy boy I hit up ass with Smith and Wesson
I ain’t trippin on these [?] I be rippin
Pulling up with my team yah we crippin
You can’t smoke for free yah you gotta chip in
Little bitch know I’m ballin Scotty Pippen
Off the shit with the lean that we be sippin
Stupid bitch told me just to put the tip in
Imma savage so you know I didn’t listen
[?] so iced out that I be drippin
Can you tell your bitch to get up out my mentions
Bitch I’m finna quickscope you, intervention
I ain’t trust these Kik Bitches
I ain’t trust these Kik Bitches
You can call me Ling Ling cus im eating cats
Had to call that stupid bitch, to get my strap back
Ben trappin out the back pack
Boy you gonna pass that?
Ou
Smokin on that good gas
Ou
Pussy boy do ya math
Ou
Counting up these fucking racks
Bitch I’m driving really fuckin fast
Pray to go I hope I fuckin crash
Pussy boy you can get whacked
Pussy boy you can get whacked
Pussy boy you can get whacked
I ain’t trust these Kik Bitches
I ain’t trust these Kik Bitches