Lick Back
Foreverolling
Niggas know y'all can't fuck with me, nigga
Throw the hood up and then we skrrt off
Slidin' in that Trackhawk, all my jewelry on, my shirt off
Turn the phone on DND, on silent, all alerts off
It's a fast car, but I'm movin' slow, I like my syrup raw
Every nigga round me shoot that yeek
And get they merch off
I don't bark, I bite
I got more paper than yo' big dawg
Wanna change yo' life? My best advice
A brick of fentanyl
This bitch type is wife
I might just let the condom slip off
Ain't too many like me
99% of them rip offs
On point even at her spot
I never take my kicks off
Ask my opps how it feel
To wake up daily and get shit on
You get in yo' feelings and make diss songs
I make at yo' people's house, outside, shootin' that blick songs
And I'm still good on every block
I used to knock P's on
Boss I get you chalked
My name ain't something that you should speak on
Pulled out twenty somethin'
Just to let Johnny put my teeth on
My money ten feet tall
But I ain't something you should shoot at
Kill something, you wanna lock in with us
I thought you knew that
My plug drove the load in on a truck
Next day he flew back
I talk so much shit
I need a Tic-Tac
I got five thousand for you
Help me set this wolf trap
Started a new strain smokin' yo' man
This here a wolf pack
Up on the scoreboard, we still active
Like we on get back
Only thing gon' take that pain away is if you get racks
Forever get my lick back
Niggas know y'all can't fuck with me, nigga
Throw the hood up and then we skrrt off
Slidin' in that Trackhawk, all my jewelry on, my shirt off
Turn the phone on DND, on silent, all alerts off
It's a fast car, but I'm movin' slow, I like my syrup raw
Every nigga round me shoot that yeek
And get they merch off
I don't bark, I bite
I got more paper than yo' big dawg
Wanna change yo' life? My best advice
A brick of fentanyl
This bitch type is wife
I might just let the condom slip off
Ain't too many like me
99% of them rip offs
On point even at her spot
I never take my kicks off
Ask my opps how it feel
To wake up daily and get shit on
You get in yo' feelings and make diss songs
I make at yo' people's house, outside, shootin' that blick songs
And I'm still good on every block
I used to knock P's on
Boss I get you chalked
My name ain't something that you should speak on
Pulled out twenty somethin'
Just to let Johnny put my teeth on
My money ten feet tall
But I ain't something you should shoot at
Kill something, you wanna lock in with us
I thought you knew that
My plug drove the load in on a truck
Next day he flew back
I talk so much shit
I need a Tic-Tac
I got five thousand for you
Help me set this wolf trap
Started a new strain smokin' yo' man
This here a wolf pack
Up on the scoreboard, we still active
Like we on get back
Only thing gon' take that pain away is if you get racks
Forever get my lick back
Credits
Writer(s): Jeffrey Jones, George Stone, Lucas Depante, Nigel Talley, Kameron Johnson
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