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Calboy - Givenchy Kickin (Audio) ft. Lil Baby, Lil Tjay
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Calboy
Calboy
Vocals
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocals
Lil Tjay
Lil Tjay
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Calvin Woods
Calvin Woods
Songwriter
Kingsley Izenwata
Kingsley Izenwata
Songwriter
Dominique' Jones
Dominique' Jones
Composer
Tione Merritt
Tione Merritt
Songwriter
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kashbeats
Kashbeats
Mixing Engineer
Kash Beats
Kash Beats
Producer

Lyrics

Thousand dollar Givenchys You can't kick it with me (Can't kick it with me) I used to ride on the ten speed, now I'm in a Bentley (Now I'm in a Bentley) I heard they out to get me So I gotta turn on this fifty (Turn on this fifty) Block boy known to get busy, check out my drip, it cost fifty We got a whole lotta bullets Lil' bro got the glizzy but I got the choppa in the trunk 50K up in my jeans It look like my pockets just got a new case of the month I need that fetti on fetti These niggas be jealous, these niggas be bitches, they punks I hope you ready, I'm ready I know 'bout some killers that carry machetes and pumps Leave him like Nutty Professor, he clumped I made a million, but still ain't enough I poured a four, a serving in my cup These niggas be talking, boy, shut the fuck up Dripping like a bitch, get a nigga stuck up I just hit another lick, yeah, a nigga lucked up I was running off the drugs, got a nigga fucked up We gon' send a couple shots, niggas better buck up Spit yo game, talk yo shit, boy It's real in the field, better grab your stick Flow too cold, better grab your bitch I'm too good with the words, when I shoot I don't miss All this smoke, I gotta light one All these opps, I gotta strike one Wanna tweak with the gang, you got the right one Come down bad got blood on my ones We used to play in them hallways, with the walkie talkies Now it's just hot babes when we here while we talking Money ain't in yo conversation, then nigga why we talkin'? 'Cause I be getting money too often Fuck a lil' bitch, I'm balling Thousand dollar Givenchys You can't kick it with me (Can't kick it with me) I used to ride on the tenth speed Now I'm in a Bentley (Now I'm in a Bentley) I heard they out to get me So I gotta turn on this fifty (Turn on this fifty) Block boy known to get busy, check out my drip, it cost fifty Watch here I call her in the cut, yeah I can't talk about my opp, they dead Rather talk about the guap, instead Every nigga on my roster playing New Amiri jeans, fuck it, I'm a fiend Now I even got the bitch a loft and all I done seen niggas running up down Keep it real, then I watch them fall I hit the gas, I don't stop for laws I went from racks to racks and laws I'm on they ass, cash involved, now my shit passed the wall Ain't ask shit for a minute as soon As I get it, I feel like I have to ball Big team playa, pass the ball They was hating on me, passed them all I got some niggas who sitting in prison I'm with them, I'm trying to get passed the wall Thousand dollar shoes, wear them one time We don't fuck with them, they ain't our kind VVS stones, I bet that I shine I been on the road for this Couple niggas dead and gone, I miss I've been riding in the ghost for this Thousand dollar Givenchys You can't kick it with me (Can't kick it with me) I used to ride on the tenth speed Now I'm in a Bentley (Now I'm in a Bentley) I heard they out to get me So I gotta turn on this fifty (Turn on this fifty) Block boy known to get busy, check out my drip, it cost fifty We are the youngest niggas coming up Say you a shooter, nigga you a bluff I swear the money giving me a rush Bitches see diamonds, now they wanna touch AP is heavy bitch, sittin' on my hand Choosing a frenzy, I don't give a damn Too many Glocks for it to jam Money and a burner, nigga leave a tan I'ma just leave a nigga in the sand Or I can get a head-up for a band Fuck all that talking, now I got a plan I'ma just move it until they understand Niggas woke up, posting on the 'gram Still in the trap, sorry Uncle Sam Took us some time, started with a gram And I still got some silent niggas in the can Chop it up, chop it up, chop it up, block it up, block it You see the ice on my neck, try and touch on my pocket Woah, Givenchy my drip for the day, I got more in the closet Givenchy my shirt, Givenchy my shoes, I'm not a regular shopper Thousand dollar Givenchys You can't kick it with me (Can't kick it with me) I used to ride on the tenth speed Now I'm in a Bentley (Now I'm in a Bentley) I heard they out to get me So I gotta turn on this fifty (Turn on this fifty) Block boy known to get busy, check out my drip, it cost fifty Check my drip
Writer(s): Calvin Woods, Dominique Jones, Tione Merritt, Kingsley Izenwata Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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