Back to Top

Givenchy Kickin Video (MV)




Performed By: Calboy
Written by: Calvin Woods




Calboy - Givenchy Kickin Lyrics
Official




(Yah show me up a little bit)

Thousand dollar Givenchy's
You can't kick it with me (can't kick it with me)
I used to ride on a ten speed
Now I'm in a Bentley (now I'm in a Bentley)
I heard they out to get me
So I grew ten on this fifty (ten on this fifty)
Wildboy 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 caught a new case of the mumps
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, they carry machetes and pumps
Leave him like Nutty Professor, he Klump
I made a million, it still ain't enough
I poured a four, to serve in my cup
These niggas be talking, boy, shut the f*ck 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 f*cked 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
Lean, y'all too cold, better grab your bitch
I'm so 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 them walkie talkies
Now it's just hot babes, when we here while we talking
Money ain't in yo conversation, nigga then why we talkin'?
'Cause I be getting money too often
F*ck a lil' bitch, I'm balling

Thousand dollar Givenchy's
You can't kick it with me (can't kick it with me)
I used to ride on a ten speed
Now I'm in a Bentley (now I'm in a Bentley)
I heard they out to get me
So I grew ten on this fifty (ten on this fifty)
Wildboy known to get busy
Check out my drip, it cost fifty

Watcha callin' 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, f*ck it, I'm a fiend
Gone and got the bitch a (?) 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 rods
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 f*ck with them, they ain't our kind
Vvs stones, I bet that I shine
I been out on the road for this
Couple niggas dead and gone, I miss
I've been riding in the ghost for this

Thousand dollar Givenchy's
You can't kick it with me (can't kick it with me)
I used to ride on a ten speed
Now I'm in a Bentley (now I'm in a Bentley)
I heard they out to get me
So I grew ten on this fifty (ten on this fifty)
Wildboy known to get busy
Check out my drip, it cost fifty

We like 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 vision on my hand
Choosing a frenzy, I don't give a damn
Too many Glocks in us for it to jam
Might need to burn a nigga leave a tan
I'ma just leave a nigga in the sand
Or I can get a head-up for a band
F*ck all that talking, now I got a plan
I'ma just move it until they understand
Niggas walk out, 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
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 Givenchy's
You can't kick it with me (can't kick it with me)
I used to ride on a ten speed
Now I'm in a Bentley (now I'm in a Bentley)
I heard they out to get me
So I grew ten on this fifty (ten on this fifty)
Wildboy known to get busy
Check out my drip, it cost fifty

(Yah show me up a little bit)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.




(Yah show me up a little bit)

Thousand dollar Givenchy's
You can't kick it with me (can't kick it with me)
I used to ride on a ten speed
Now I'm in a Bentley (now I'm in a Bentley)
I heard they out to get me
So I grew ten on this fifty (ten on this fifty)
Wildboy 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 caught a new case of the mumps
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, they carry machetes and pumps
Leave him like Nutty Professor, he Klump
I made a million, it still ain't enough
I poured a four, to serve in my cup
These niggas be talking, boy, shut the f*ck 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 f*cked 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
Lean, y'all too cold, better grab your bitch
I'm so 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 them walkie talkies
Now it's just hot babes, when we here while we talking
Money ain't in yo conversation, nigga then why we talkin'?
'Cause I be getting money too often
F*ck a lil' bitch, I'm balling

Thousand dollar Givenchy's
You can't kick it with me (can't kick it with me)
I used to ride on a ten speed
Now I'm in a Bentley (now I'm in a Bentley)
I heard they out to get me
So I grew ten on this fifty (ten on this fifty)
Wildboy known to get busy
Check out my drip, it cost fifty

Watcha callin' 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, f*ck it, I'm a fiend
Gone and got the bitch a (?) 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 rods
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 f*ck with them, they ain't our kind
Vvs stones, I bet that I shine
I been out on the road for this
Couple niggas dead and gone, I miss
I've been riding in the ghost for this

Thousand dollar Givenchy's
You can't kick it with me (can't kick it with me)
I used to ride on a ten speed
Now I'm in a Bentley (now I'm in a Bentley)
I heard they out to get me
So I grew ten on this fifty (ten on this fifty)
Wildboy known to get busy
Check out my drip, it cost fifty

We like 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 vision on my hand
Choosing a frenzy, I don't give a damn
Too many Glocks in us for it to jam
Might need to burn a nigga leave a tan
I'ma just leave a nigga in the sand
Or I can get a head-up for a band
F*ck all that talking, now I got a plan
I'ma just move it until they understand
Niggas walk out, 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
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 Givenchy's
You can't kick it with me (can't kick it with me)
I used to ride on a ten speed
Now I'm in a Bentley (now I'm in a Bentley)
I heard they out to get me
So I grew ten on this fifty (ten on this fifty)
Wildboy known to get busy
Check out my drip, it cost fifty

(Yah show me up a little bit)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Calvin Woods
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

Back to: Calboy

Tags:
No tags yet