($)Lick'
So you think you slick
Talking allat shit
Imma pull up on that bitch
And imma empty out the clip
He a dancer
Put that barrel to his head
And he gone strip
Imma Pull up on that bih
Get that neck and then I dip
So you think you slick
Talking allat shit
Imma pull up on that bitch
And imma empty out the clip
He a dancer
Put that barrel to his head
And he gone strip
Imma Pull up on that bih
Get that neck and then I dip
I'm always on my grind
I don't got time for tricks
I can't trust no bitch
Cuz you know
They always aciting slick
That why you mans
still shoping at Ross
Like his first name was rick
I told yo bitch
Eat all on this wood
Like she was a tick
I though I told you
When it come to bread
I'm like money Mitch
That's my gang
Them boys is my family
So ill never switch
I gotta bitch
And get her name Nina
We gone hit this lick
Matter fact
I Let Nina flash
She ain't showing tits
So you think you slick
Talking allat shit
Imma pull up on that bitch
And imma empty out the clip
He a dancer
Put that barrel to his head
And he gone strip
Imma Pull up on that bih
Get that neck and then I dip
So you think you slick
Talking allat shit
Imma pull up on that bitch
And imma empty out the clip
He a dancer
Put that barrel to his head
And he gone strip
Imma Pull up on that bih
Get that neck and then I dip
So you think you slick
So you think you slick
Bitch you think you slick
Nigga you think you slick
Talking allat shit
Imma pull up on that bitch
And imma empty out the clip
He a dancer
Put that barrel to his head
And he gone strip
Imma Pull up on that bih
Get that neck and then I dip
So you think you slick
Talking allat shit
Imma pull up on that bitch
And imma empty out the clip
He a dancer
Put that barrel to his head
And he gone strip
Imma Pull up on that bih
Get that neck and then I dip
I'm always on my grind
I don't got time for tricks
I can't trust no bitch
Cuz you know
They always aciting slick
That why you mans
still shoping at Ross
Like his first name was rick
I told yo bitch
Eat all on this wood
Like she was a tick
I though I told you
When it come to bread
I'm like money Mitch
That's my gang
Them boys is my family
So ill never switch
I gotta bitch
And get her name Nina
We gone hit this lick
Matter fact
I Let Nina flash
She ain't showing tits
So you think you slick
Talking allat shit
Imma pull up on that bitch
And imma empty out the clip
He a dancer
Put that barrel to his head
And he gone strip
Imma Pull up on that bih
Get that neck and then I dip
So you think you slick
Talking allat shit
Imma pull up on that bitch
And imma empty out the clip
He a dancer
Put that barrel to his head
And he gone strip
Imma Pull up on that bih
Get that neck and then I dip
So you think you slick
So you think you slick
Bitch you think you slick
Nigga you think you slick
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Writer(s): Taylor Fetuga
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