Sickboyrari – Kite Luv

Sickboyrari – Kite Luv Lyrics

Artist: Sickboyrari
Song: Kite Luv

Feel like I’m Missy
Sound like dope then for Ricky
50
This ain’t no green, boy, this red

Put that fire up to his head
Try to get
Free my bro from out the feds
Slidin’, know how I kick it

I’m on go-
And my heart gleedin’ like a four
I’ma send glimes, movin’ like a lizard
Stay with that stick, yeah, like a wizard

Stay with that stick, yeah, magician
Gold in my jaw, shinin’ like I’m gleemin’
Gold in my jaw, shinin’ like I’m pissin’
Feel like I’m Missy

Sound like dope then for Ricky
50
This ain’t no green, boy, this red
Put that fire up to his head

Try to get
Free my bro from out the feds
Slidin’, know how I kick it
I’m on go, I’m on a mission

Pay ’em no attention
Shawty bad, clappin’ it
Sittin’ in racks on my bracelets
Porsche truck come through sittin’ on inches

Not fascinated, pay no attention
50 hangin’ like extension
If you n#gg#s hit my line
Spread my wings out and fly

Tattooed scars dry our eyes
Tattooed scars, I might cry
Why couldn’t I send a kite to heaven?
Why couldn’t I send a bird to the pen?

Like kickstand, know we on lean
Red dot, yeah, infrared beam
G-L-A-T, glimin’ with my team
And my heart gleedin’ like a four

I’ma send glimes, movin’ like a lizard
Stay with that stick, yeah, like a wizard
Stay with that stick, yeah, magician
Gold in my jaw, shinin’ like I’m gleemin’

Gold in my jaw, shinin’ like I’m pissin’
Feel like I’m Missy
Sound like dope then for Ricky
50

This ain’t no green, boy, this red
Put that fire up to his head
Try to get
Free my bro from out the feds

Slidin’, know how I kick it
R.I.P. Doozy, this sh#t is forever
Real bad, we trappin’ forever
I don’t punch in, that sh#t sound clever

Copped eight bands, I could’ve bought a bezel
You can’t get a song, you ain’t on my level
Pop a lil
I’m winning this sh#t, I don’t want no medals

Cut to the spot, I ain’t got no specials
I put my b#tch in Rick
I shoot the choppa, you talkin’ real slick
I’m doing the most, why would I quit?

I ain’t gon’ talk, b#tch, I ain’t no lick
I was in the trap, now she doing splits
Have more kicks than
I’m really rich like

That boy
I’m serving the bags, now I take a trip
Serving the Hellcat, feel like Cliff
sh#t get ugly like

I took the choppa, jit ran like a kite
Came with a pistol, look just like a b#tch named Keisha
She wanna smoke on some reefer
After I pour up, I leave her

Run up a hundred
Having these choppas like Resident Evil
Pouring up like Justin Bieber
She give me good head, she a beaver

I had the pounds before they was legal
I get fly, I feel like a seagull
I am the ticket, I feel like a regal
This sh#t is too easy

448, you better believe it
I’m f#cking these b#tches, rest in peace to Easy
Rest in peace Doozy, man
You already know what the f#ck going on, man

Forever sh#t
Shout out to Kray, man
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From the album:
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Release Year: 2021