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Session 4 • Kick it
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Session 4 • Kick it was released on May 8, 2026 by Fresco The Label, LLC as a part of the album Numb
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AlbumNumb
Release DateMay 8, 2026
LabelFresco The Label, LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM74

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fresco Trey
Fresco Trey
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fresco Trey
Fresco Trey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Uncle Cameron
Uncle Cameron
Producer

Lyrics

Uh
Yeah
Huh, pour me up, ****
I need some more shit in my cup, ****, haha, yeah
Yeah, uh, uh
Oh, I ain't tryna kick it with you ****, uh (No way)
Run up my Skrilla then go missing on you ****, uh (Rah)
I ain't tryna hit the same bitches as you ****, uh (Nah-ah)
I love my bih' 'cause she more realer than you ****, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
He can take a dollar, we still killing all them **** (Killing all them ****)
He a snake and a rat, got no feelings for the **** (No feelings for the ****)
Pull up, Maybach, no, it ain't no ceilings on that bitch (Rah)
I won't lay back, I need some more millions out this shit (What else?)
Uh, wake up, 3.5, get it (Let's go)
Tryna fuck in the truck, I'm with it (Let's do it)
If she fine and caught my eye, nine times out of ten, I hit it (No cap)
If I was alive in '95, would've slid for Pac, ****, fuck P. Diddy
I'm six-foot-tall, I weigh one-sixty, but shit, my heart the fuckin' biggest
Big dawg, don't take a fake pill, it's silly
Let's slide, nothin' but Dracs and glizzies
It be the **** on your team that hate the most, shit, look at Scottie Pippen
Woah-woah, what this cap he livin'?
Woah-woah, rag to riches (Ayy)
Used to ride with bad intentions
Now we fuck the baddest bitches, uh (Yeah)
If she got attitude, I call her SGA (On God)
Pimpin' in fashion, I ain't braggin', make them hoes pay (Run it up)
Off that Don, I can fuck all night, all day (Yeah, come here, come here)
And if you ain't moving no weight, then you ain't ever had to work that hallway, uh
Oh, I ain't tryna kick it with you ****, uh (Kick it with you ****)
Run up my Skrilla then go missing on you ****, uh (Missing on you ****)
I ain't tryna hit the same bitches as you ****, uh (No way)
I love my bih' 'cause she more realer than you ****, uh (That's bae)
He can take a dollar, we still killing all them **** (Killing every ****)
He a snake and a rat, got no feelings for the **** (Feelings for the ****)
Pull up, Maybach, no, it ain't no ceilings on that bitch (Oh nah)
I won't lay back, I need some more millions out this shit (Uh-uh)
I need millions out this shit, uh
I need— uh, I need some more millions out this shit, uh
Rolls-Royce truck, I'm tryna get it 'fore it's fixed, uh
Bad bih', she gon' come and eat up the whole clique, uh
Don in my cup, yeah, we chillin' in this ho, uh
Fuckin' with your bitch, she gon' feel me in this ho, huh
Uh-huh, I ain't got no ceilings in this ho, huh
Uh-huh, I ain't got no feelings for a ho, huh
Written by: Fresco Trey
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