Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Kika’ by 6ix9ine. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 6ix9ine or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Bitch, we in the city on that hot shit
Looking for a biddy on that thot shit
Y’all ain’t getting money, nigga, stop this
I been ’round the globe talking hot shit
I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it
I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it
I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it
I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it
Bitch, we in the city on that hot shit
Looking for a biddy on that thot shit
Y’all ain’t getting money, nigga, stop this
I been ’round the globe talking hot shit
I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it
I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it
I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it
I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it
I do my own shit
I don’t need fifty niggas to roll with
Folk shit, I’m on my doley, I’m on my boss shit
I do my own shit
F*ck all them niggas I used to roll with
I know you used to see me with niggas
But that’s that old shit
Real nigga, quick to pull a fucking trigger
Fed nigga’s definition of a real nigga
F*ck nigga, quick to fucking hate, nigga
Bitch nigga, definition of a bitch nigga
Now wilding, ready for all the violence
I don’t need a nigga jacking that he riding
I got this four fifth, this shit all up on my hip
I blow that shit, now you where Bobby Shmurda’s hat went!
Bitch, we in the city on that hot shit
Looking for a biddy on that thot shit
Y’all ain’t getting money, nigga, stop this
I been ’round the globe talking hot shit
I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it
I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it
I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it
I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it
Kick her out, I’m getting money now, actin’ funny now
Thought she love me, but she only tryna f*ck me for the clout
Saw the Patek all bust down, tried to run down
Bitch hit me on a touchdown, but I curved it
They be begging me to keep the bitch
But I don’t need the bitch
Ray Charles, John Cena shit, I can’t see the bitch
In the DM sending naked pics, Uber that bitch
But I send her in the pool even though I’m rich as shit
It’s fucking Tr- oh wait, I forgot you can’t say that shit
You just gon’ start with everything else that start with a T, though
It’s fucking Trojan
It’s fucking Target
It’s fucking
Hahahaha