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Kikdoe
285
Hip-Hop/Rap
Kikdoe was released on November 9, 2025 by Lazer Dim as a part of the album Kikdoe - Single
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Release DateNovember 9, 2025
LabelLazer Dim
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM145

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Devokeyous Hamilton
Devokeyous Hamilton
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Devokeyous Hamilton
Devokeyous Hamilton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
XpWave
XpWave
Producer

Lyrics

(Pick up the phone XP, quit playin')
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Take off with ya shit
Take off with ya shit, I'm so serious
I can't fuck that bitch, she on her period
Drop that pack off to the play, I deliver it
I got that mask on my face, you can't see my shit
A scope on a motherfuckin' AR, I'm too legit
Break in your fuckin' spot, run through yo fridge
Comin' in with flashlight, give me your cash
Pussy **** don't want smoke wit' lil' fast
Different kind of fuckin' scopes on my class
Pussy try my whip, his whip is trash
Drinking lean for all my fuckin' dead twins
Point that beam, put that bitch on yo head
Lil' LAZER never play 'bout no motherfuckin' bread
Better not play with this shit, we might shoot off yo head
Drop a duece in my drank, got my cup full of med
We gon' pull up and see 'bout that shit you just said
Different kinda gun, different kinda gen
Pull up on the block, blicked up with lil' twin
Got my lil' fuckin' Glock, this bitch upperhand
Pussy boy, you get popped for playin' with that twin
Took that boy out for his pack, thought we were locked in
I bumped down with scraps, I bought the props in
Think bigger, need Perc', I done popped ten
I been sleepin' for days like I popped Xan
Get yo banana split, banana peel
Get yo banana split, banana peel
Shots fired out the whip, you get killed
7.62 big as fuck, I'm for real
Got it better, I got a thot, ho
Put my racks under the pallet, on the floor
If it 'bout green salad, let me know
Try to run off on 'em reaps and we chasin' you
Run to an opp in the trench, that my paper view
**** know you not on shit, why you fakin', fool?
Slime you out for your shit and get away from you
Bitch know she wanna fuck, waiting on me to make the move
Get out at the function with these 7.62s
All these bitches fuckin' choose
Lil' LAZER never follow fuckin' rules
Whip out my spread shit, full of blues
Sacrifice ya life, took ya fuckin' head off
You earned yo fuckin' stripes, turn to the boss
Double cup got me geeky, got me lost
Gloves on my hand, you won't get fingerprint
Can't see when I clutch behind motherfuckin' tint
You think I won't up? Got me motherfuckin' bent
Gon' tell on that lick, he gon' motherfuckin' squeal
Can't swim with no sharks 'cause yo ass got no gills
You not from the trench, yo ass born in the hills
You ain't ready to dump fye, better get out the field
We gon' pop at your car, we gon' shoot off your wheels
Pillow talkin' to the bitch, interfering
Fuck **** dickriding without insurance
Pull up 'bout that pape' like Big Worm (Pick up the phone XP, quit playin')
You can't get handshake, you passin' germs
I don't anticipate, I shoot my lil' gun
Who the fuck you think you takin' some' from?
My bitch wanna fuck with me early in the morning
Pull up to my show with these motherfuckin' guns
Just dropped the pack off like I'm running errands
Can't pull on my block, know we shoot shit for fun
They can't get my drop, I keep movin' around
These racks keep on comin' long as I go outside
In the alleyway now, shootin' shit with these fyes
Sticks in the G ride, my gun be my passenger
These pussy **** good at hiding, they spectacular
Know you can't run from this shit, we come after you
Bullets gon' beat up ya body, they tackle you
Lil' LAZER trench, I'm not regular rapper
**** get shit on with blick, need a Pamper
Ain't even give you whole clip, this a sample
Telling the artist, "Freestyle on my tattoo"
These pussy **** out here think they wack-proof
Draw down on you for your shit, this a jack move
Shooting every fucking day, make the people move
Not no fuckin' thunder, these 7.62s
On the block right now
Shoot at ya fuckin' face if you mug
Dropped a fuckin' eighth in a jug
You steppin' on the drugs under the rug
Gotta pull up on the plug, re-up
Fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Written by: Devokeyous Hamilton
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