Hit a Lick (feat. J-Raw)
Hit a lick on the liquor store n go n get sum more
I need hunnids, fifty's give me more, cuz bitch I'm tryna pour
I hit a lick on the liquor store then I slang a few items
Get the money back, and spend them racks on a couple diamonds
Yeah I'm shinin'
The fendi lookin priceless
Cuz bitch it is
Just came up on designer
Cuz I really want it all
I want all things finer
Livin fast cuz the clock be tickin on the timer
Life is short
Gotta live it while you're grindin
Bring the beef about mine, you get put in the grinder
Lions, tigers, bears oh my
I been playin with the fire
Not knowin I could die
My brother been pulling strings
I been holding on for life
Think twice
You say too much, now that's a sentence
I blink light
Cuz if I close my eyes, that's a lost second
Blink light
Cuz if I close my eyes, there's someone out to catch it
Ooohhh life's a blessin
I take my friends' death as a lesson
I don't feel like he died, he just got intercepted
God needed him
And is treatin him
Better than rest did
Makes me realize I gotta get mine
When the day shines into nighttime
Makes me realize I gotta get mine
When the day shines into nighttime yeah!
Hit a lick on the liquor store n go n get sum more
I need hunnids, fifty's give me more, cuz bitch I'm tryna pour
I hit a lick on the liquor store then I slang a few items
Get the money back, and spend them racks on a couple diamonds
I'm back from the asylum
Cuz people be gettin it twisted
My mind ain't fucked
It just is when you listen
Pour some henny in my cup
And watch a young buck glisten
I go freak mode like Giannis
I been ballin and been dishin
I wipe my plate clean
Cuz fools be hungry and panhandling
I see the desperation from their mannerisms
Pour the drank up in my cup, and get free that's my activism
Never gave a fuck fucked with my luck, but then I kept the vision
Now ignorance is bliss, I take a piss and vanish
Bitch I always go bananas
Bitch I overdose but manage
Bitch I pour a four in Fanta
And I lose all of the panic
I go thru withdrawals, but Bitch I still got it
Look at my pockets
Bitch you know I'm poppin
I be in the paint, goin hard like Dennis Rodman
Hit a lick on the liquor store n go n get sum more
I need hunnids, fifty's give me more, cuz bitch I'm tryna pour
I hit a lick on the liquor store then I slang a few items
Get the money back, and spend them racks on a couple diamonds
Hit a lick on the liquor store n go n get sum more
I need hunnids, fifty's give me more, cuz bitch I'm tryna pour
I hit a lick on the liquor store then I slang a few items
Get the money back, and spend them racks on a couple diamonds
Hit a lick on the liquor store
I need some wraps to roll
Where I been, you can't go
I don't need it to be on sale
Walk out with it in my coat
Gotta get to the liquor store, I need some more to pour
Bouta come up on these bottles by the four
Bouta pick up on these bitches by the four
In the kitchen, whippin, flippin, leanin, sippin on a four
I don't really wanna get it but I really gotta go
I already got some, but I need to go and get some more
Baby, keep the pants up I just really need to get the throat
No these items I didn't buy, no these items what I stole
In the room with your girl and you know the doors closed
Home alone, throw a bone and she throated my whole bone
Then I'm gone
I need hunnids, fifty's give me more, cuz bitch I'm tryna pour
I hit a lick on the liquor store then I slang a few items
Get the money back, and spend them racks on a couple diamonds
Yeah I'm shinin'
The fendi lookin priceless
Cuz bitch it is
Just came up on designer
Cuz I really want it all
I want all things finer
Livin fast cuz the clock be tickin on the timer
Life is short
Gotta live it while you're grindin
Bring the beef about mine, you get put in the grinder
Lions, tigers, bears oh my
I been playin with the fire
Not knowin I could die
My brother been pulling strings
I been holding on for life
Think twice
You say too much, now that's a sentence
I blink light
Cuz if I close my eyes, that's a lost second
Blink light
Cuz if I close my eyes, there's someone out to catch it
Ooohhh life's a blessin
I take my friends' death as a lesson
I don't feel like he died, he just got intercepted
God needed him
And is treatin him
Better than rest did
Makes me realize I gotta get mine
When the day shines into nighttime
Makes me realize I gotta get mine
When the day shines into nighttime yeah!
Hit a lick on the liquor store n go n get sum more
I need hunnids, fifty's give me more, cuz bitch I'm tryna pour
I hit a lick on the liquor store then I slang a few items
Get the money back, and spend them racks on a couple diamonds
I'm back from the asylum
Cuz people be gettin it twisted
My mind ain't fucked
It just is when you listen
Pour some henny in my cup
And watch a young buck glisten
I go freak mode like Giannis
I been ballin and been dishin
I wipe my plate clean
Cuz fools be hungry and panhandling
I see the desperation from their mannerisms
Pour the drank up in my cup, and get free that's my activism
Never gave a fuck fucked with my luck, but then I kept the vision
Now ignorance is bliss, I take a piss and vanish
Bitch I always go bananas
Bitch I overdose but manage
Bitch I pour a four in Fanta
And I lose all of the panic
I go thru withdrawals, but Bitch I still got it
Look at my pockets
Bitch you know I'm poppin
I be in the paint, goin hard like Dennis Rodman
Hit a lick on the liquor store n go n get sum more
I need hunnids, fifty's give me more, cuz bitch I'm tryna pour
I hit a lick on the liquor store then I slang a few items
Get the money back, and spend them racks on a couple diamonds
Hit a lick on the liquor store n go n get sum more
I need hunnids, fifty's give me more, cuz bitch I'm tryna pour
I hit a lick on the liquor store then I slang a few items
Get the money back, and spend them racks on a couple diamonds
Hit a lick on the liquor store
I need some wraps to roll
Where I been, you can't go
I don't need it to be on sale
Walk out with it in my coat
Gotta get to the liquor store, I need some more to pour
Bouta come up on these bottles by the four
Bouta pick up on these bitches by the four
In the kitchen, whippin, flippin, leanin, sippin on a four
I don't really wanna get it but I really gotta go
I already got some, but I need to go and get some more
Baby, keep the pants up I just really need to get the throat
No these items I didn't buy, no these items what I stole
In the room with your girl and you know the doors closed
Home alone, throw a bone and she throated my whole bone
Then I'm gone
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Writer(s): Nick Samson
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