Lick (feat. Dro Fe)
Arm hanging out of the window I been here before
Speed up you creeping a little too slow wait for my signal
Infiltration like fucking phlebotomist I hit i don't never miss
Run up on em he was sweet as a lollipop sucka I hit a lick
Dog em like Micheal Vick
Dog em like Micheal Vick
Sucka I hit a lick
Sucka I hit a lick
Dog em like Micheal Vick me and my dog gone dawg
Dog em like Micheal
He was sweet as a lollipop dog em like Micheal Vick
Me and my slime dog em like Micheal Vick
Hit his line dog em like Micheal Vick
Hit me a sucka hit em like a lick
I'm wearing your Christmas list
Showing up I'm getting don't need a list
I'm smoking gas you know it's strong
Only exquisite shit
Buying designer now you know I pronounce the shit
I can't tell you foo all your clothes like look counterfeit
Everything brand new looking like i polished it
Celine with a jean jacket I feel like the punisher
I'm not your pal unless you sending payments through
You not my kind so I don't acknowledge you
Everything Louis or Gucci
From my belt to socks and wallet my checks on deposit
I said only designer I don't wear no foamposites
Only plug you know is the one that's connected to your phone when's it charging
I was getting the bag like Saint Nick
Corrected my vision and now i see double
I'll hit a lick don't start no trouble
Pick 6 big slat I'ma get the fumble
You hear bee's coming
You know the slime stinging yeah
Feeling like candyman yeah
Arm hanging out of the window I been here before
Speed up you creeping a little too slow wait for my signal
Infiltration like fucking phlebotomist I hit i don't never miss
Run up on em he was sweet as a lollipop a sucka I hit a lick
Run up on em we was bussing
Made em leak just like some tussin'
Fronted 50 to my cousin
Made it up out the mud it was nothing
Shout to my cali niggas they was fronting
Straight to the border nigga got it flooded
I'm talking a million dollars i ain't stutter
Your bitch looking like i can cut her
Riding her thick ass with no covers
Don't play no games hoe that's another
Hope out the range rov i was shooting
We trapping give a fuck about no mute
These rappers i find I'ma mute
These nigga's is pussy conclude
Pulled up on em in a race car with a AR like the movie
Your shooter running ducked behind the car
Like a track star he was useless
Narcowave ruthless
Big block it was ruthless
Cut ya light that's allusive
Boss talk I'm at Roof Chris
Tough talk got his ass clipped
Its no hiding nigga you a bitch
Speed up you creeping a little too slow wait for my signal
Infiltration like fucking phlebotomist I hit i don't never miss
Run up on em he was sweet as a lollipop sucka I hit a lick
Dog em like Micheal Vick
Dog em like Micheal Vick
Sucka I hit a lick
Sucka I hit a lick
Dog em like Micheal Vick me and my dog gone dawg
Dog em like Micheal
He was sweet as a lollipop dog em like Micheal Vick
Me and my slime dog em like Micheal Vick
Hit his line dog em like Micheal Vick
Hit me a sucka hit em like a lick
I'm wearing your Christmas list
Showing up I'm getting don't need a list
I'm smoking gas you know it's strong
Only exquisite shit
Buying designer now you know I pronounce the shit
I can't tell you foo all your clothes like look counterfeit
Everything brand new looking like i polished it
Celine with a jean jacket I feel like the punisher
I'm not your pal unless you sending payments through
You not my kind so I don't acknowledge you
Everything Louis or Gucci
From my belt to socks and wallet my checks on deposit
I said only designer I don't wear no foamposites
Only plug you know is the one that's connected to your phone when's it charging
I was getting the bag like Saint Nick
Corrected my vision and now i see double
I'll hit a lick don't start no trouble
Pick 6 big slat I'ma get the fumble
You hear bee's coming
You know the slime stinging yeah
Feeling like candyman yeah
Arm hanging out of the window I been here before
Speed up you creeping a little too slow wait for my signal
Infiltration like fucking phlebotomist I hit i don't never miss
Run up on em he was sweet as a lollipop a sucka I hit a lick
Run up on em we was bussing
Made em leak just like some tussin'
Fronted 50 to my cousin
Made it up out the mud it was nothing
Shout to my cali niggas they was fronting
Straight to the border nigga got it flooded
I'm talking a million dollars i ain't stutter
Your bitch looking like i can cut her
Riding her thick ass with no covers
Don't play no games hoe that's another
Hope out the range rov i was shooting
We trapping give a fuck about no mute
These rappers i find I'ma mute
These nigga's is pussy conclude
Pulled up on em in a race car with a AR like the movie
Your shooter running ducked behind the car
Like a track star he was useless
Narcowave ruthless
Big block it was ruthless
Cut ya light that's allusive
Boss talk I'm at Roof Chris
Tough talk got his ass clipped
Its no hiding nigga you a bitch
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Writer(s): Tyrone Smith
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