Calboy – Givenchy Kickin Lyrics
Givenchy Kickin Lyrics by Calboy Ft. Lil Tjay & Lil Baby
[Chorus: Calboy] 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
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 niqqas be jealous, these niqqas be b!tches, they punks
Hope you ready, I’m ready, I know ’bout some killers that carry machetes and pumps
Leave him like [?] professor, he clumped
I made a million, but still ain’t enough
I poured a four, a serving in my cup
These niqqas be talking, boy, shut the f–k up
Dripping like a b!tch, get a niqqa stuck up
I just hit another l!ck, yeah, a niqqa lucked up
I was running off the drugs, got a niqqa fvcked up
We gon’ send a couple shots, niqqas better buck up
Spit yo game, talk yo sh!t, boy
It’s real in the field, better grab your stick
Flow too cold, better grab your bit-h
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 niqqa why we talkin’?
‘Cause I be getting money too often
F–k a lil’ b!tch, I’m balling
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 [Verse 2: Lil Baby] [?] in the cut, yeah
I can’t talk about my opp, they dead
Rather talk about the guap, instead
Every niqqa on my roster playing
New Amiri jeans, f–k it, I’m a fiend
Now got a b!tch [?] I done seen niqqas 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 to [?] I’m on they a$$, cash involved, now my sh!t pa$$ed the wall
Ain’t ask sh!t for a [?] as soon as I get it, I feel like I have to ball
Big team playa, pa$$ the ball
They was hating on me, pa$$ed them all
I got some niqqas who sitting in prison, I’m with them, I’m trying to get pa$$ed the wall
Thousand dollar shoes, wear them one time
We don’t f–k with them, they ain’t our kind
VVS stones, I bet that I shine
I been on the road for this
Couple niqqas dead and gone, I miss
I’ve been riding in the ghost for this
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 [Verse 3: Lil Tjay] We are the youngest niqqas coming up
Say you a shooter, niqqa you a bluff
I swear the money giving me a rush
B!tches see diamonds, now they wanna touch
AP is heavy on my hand
Choosing a frenzy, I don’t give a damn
Too many Glocks for it to jam
Money and a burner, niqqa leave a tan
I’ma just leave a niqqa in the sand
Or I can get a head-up for a band
F–k all that talking, now I got a plan
I’ma just move it until they understand
Niqqas 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 niqqas 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
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