Kicks Rav (Ft. Kill Bill: The Rapper)

[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
Swag on ball z, blast on y'all beats
Everybody blowing on something real nice, yeah its fucking real life
Sing us something we'll like (like)