Lick
I'm just tryna hit me a lick
I been tryna fuck on that bitch
I been living life like I'm rich
I keep me a stick on the hip
I'm just tryna count up the racks
My slime he yelling out slatt
My youngins they flipping them packs
We sturdy we count up them racks
Im just tryna hit me a lick
Im just tryna hit me a lick
Im just tryna hit me a lick
Im just tryna hit me a lick
Im just tryna hit me a lick
Im just tryna hit me a lick
Im just tryna hit me a lick
Im just tryna hit me a lick
We sturdy my niggas don't cap
I'm just tryna count up them racks
I'm just tryna flip me a pack
You wishey you niggas be cap
I ride with the stick in my lap
Glock 40 extendo attached
I focus I glue to the track
Pop percocets just to relax
You ain't my kind
You need to fall back
You ain't my slime
I know that you cap
You niggas be fake
I ain't giving you dap
You niggas be fake
I ain't giving you dap
Leave a nigga smoking like a crockpot
Rockin red bottoms with the Gucci socks
In a two seater with two glocks
I ain't going out like 2pac
Im just tryna hit me a lick
I been tryna fuck on that bitch
I been living life like I'm rich
I keep me a stick on the hip
I'm just tryna count up the racks
My Slime he yelling out slatt
My youngin's they flipping them packs
We sturdy we count up them racks
Im just tryna hit me a lick
Im just tryna hit me a lick
Im just tryna hit me a lick
Im just tryna hit me a lick
Im just tryna hit me a lick
Im just tryna hit me a lick
Im just tryna hit me a lick
Im just tryna hit me a lick
I been tryna fuck on that bitch
I been living life like I'm rich
I keep me a stick on the hip
I'm just tryna count up the racks
My slime he yelling out slatt
My youngins they flipping them packs
We sturdy we count up them racks
Im just tryna hit me a lick
Im just tryna hit me a lick
Im just tryna hit me a lick
Im just tryna hit me a lick
Im just tryna hit me a lick
Im just tryna hit me a lick
Im just tryna hit me a lick
Im just tryna hit me a lick
We sturdy my niggas don't cap
I'm just tryna count up them racks
I'm just tryna flip me a pack
You wishey you niggas be cap
I ride with the stick in my lap
Glock 40 extendo attached
I focus I glue to the track
Pop percocets just to relax
You ain't my kind
You need to fall back
You ain't my slime
I know that you cap
You niggas be fake
I ain't giving you dap
You niggas be fake
I ain't giving you dap
Leave a nigga smoking like a crockpot
Rockin red bottoms with the Gucci socks
In a two seater with two glocks
I ain't going out like 2pac
Im just tryna hit me a lick
I been tryna fuck on that bitch
I been living life like I'm rich
I keep me a stick on the hip
I'm just tryna count up the racks
My Slime he yelling out slatt
My youngin's they flipping them packs
We sturdy we count up them racks
Im just tryna hit me a lick
Im just tryna hit me a lick
Im just tryna hit me a lick
Im just tryna hit me a lick
Im just tryna hit me a lick
Im just tryna hit me a lick
Im just tryna hit me a lick
Im just tryna hit me a lick
Credits
Writer(s): Darrell Holmes
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