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Kick Rocks?
Hip-Hop/Rap
Kick Rocks? was released on March 13, 2026 by HxllWxrld279 as a part of the album ¿ - Single
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Release DateMarch 13, 2026
LabelHxllWxrld279
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tman!
Tman!
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tman!
Tman!
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tman!
Tman!
Mixing Engineer
awakeagain
awakeagain
Producer

Lyrics

(I don't know Travis, like I think I like you)
Crucify, that hoe
Crucified
Cru-crucify, that hoe
Could never chase a hoe
Just get the dough
And let the colors fold
I been about the code
She cut her wrist
I'm trying to cut her soul
Voices in my head been getting loud
They told me to take control
Dead inside pour up a cup, pour up a couple of 'em
You been making fives and tens
While I been making hundreds
Don't ask about the fucking phones
I got a couple of them
Trap
Hoes
And main bitch, I need a couple of them
Crucify that hoe
Crucified
Cru-crucify, that hoe
Yeah he took her heart
Don't give a fuck
I'm trying to take her soul
Dumb hoe tried to run her game, and now she reaping what she sowed
(sowed)
No, I can never trust a hoe
Blues, gotta let the colors fold
Stop that shit
I swear it's getting old
Yeah, hold on
(Yo, yo, yo)
(Yo, yeah)
That hoe told me beat the box
I beat that shit real good
She coming back she sliding through
She sliding through my hood
I got two bi - bitches with me
Trynna fuck me good
I-I got two big ass blunts
Finna smoke a wood too
(ah)
(yeah)
Trynna smoke the wood
Told that hoe to kick rocks
Before she gotta kiss the ninelock
223's will rock a fuck **** out his fucking socks
(huh)
Trynna spin the block?
Huh, ya trynna spin the block?
Yuhh, Yuhh, trynna spin the block
Got a bad bitch trynna come n suck me up
Pourin' drink inside the cup
Told that lil hoe pour me up
Really cannot give a fuck
Bout these hoes or bout this slut
(yah)
(I don't know Travis, like I think I like you)
Crucify, that hoe
Crucified
Cru-crucify, that hoe
Could never chase a hoe
Just get the dough
And let the colors fold
I been about the code
She cut her wrist
I'm trying to cut her soul
Voices in my head been getting loud
They told me to take control
Dead inside pour up a cup, pour up a couple of 'em
You been making fives and tens
While I been making hundreds
Don't ask about the fucking phones
I got a couple of them
Trap
Hoes
And main bitch, I need a couple of them
Crucify that hoe
Crucified
Cru-crucify, that hoe
Yeah he took her heart
Don't give a fuck
I'm trying to take her soul
Dumb hoe tried to run her game, and now she reaping what she sowed
(sowed)
No, I can never trust a hoe
Blues, gotta let the colors fold
Stop that shit
I swear it's getting old
Yeah, hold on
(Yo, yo, yo)
(Yo, yeah)
That hoe told me beat the box
I beat that shit real good
She coming back she sliding through
She sliding through my hood
I got two bi - bitches with me
Trynna fuck me good
I-I got two big ass blunts
Finna smoke a wood too
(ah)
(yeah)
Trynna smoke the wood
Told that hoe to kick rocks
Before she gotta kiss the ninelock
223's will rock a fuck **** out his fucking socks
(huh)
Trynna spin the block?
Huh, ya trynna spin the block?
Written by: Tman!
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