Lickety Split (feat. MÜTT)

Lickety Split
They wonder how rich is the kid
I touch a brick and it flip
Look at the flick of the wrist
I don't need Bic to be lit
Take you a flick or a pic
Running a clique of misfits
You gon hear click of the glick
She feeling fit with the stick
Breaking her back with the kit
Kat my stack is too thick
I'm earning racks in the pit
I don't chit chat not a bit
Do you want bat or the mitt
I ain't run no sack in a minute, uh

Y'all still can't catch up
He ain't got no money so he lesser
Bad bitch hitting balls call her Ash Ketchum
I bless him
Wipe his damn nose if he testing
Me I'm in a Roadster
Maybe take the Rover
Block boys yeah I'm repping over
Summer take it over
If she come through get it split like a folder
She a little older
Cougar in the car and I ain't lying when I told ya
Better stay focused and you better listen
I'm a chef boy this beat the kitchen
Asking what I'm whipping
Boy you must be tripping
Talk to the driver I'm in the back pimping
You know you ain't winning
Get up off your ass stop bitching
You need to go start a business getting money how you should be living
Bass knocking
Titties poppin
Five bitches deep they all giving up the noggin
Running up the bands cause I ain't have no other option
Hopping off the plane then I'm headed up to Boston

Popcorn your noggin
If you get to talking
I'ma get to sparking
I'ma get to bussing
You sipping Robotussin
I used to sip on Tussionex
What is next
Getting to the checks
Fast as I can
Usain Bolt
Got a pole hidden in my coat
If you wanna go let it blow
On a Joe or a Jake
For God sake I'ma follower in Faith but
That don't mean I take disrespect
I'ma end up breaking your neck
I'ma end up taking your bread
I always try to fake on a fed, woah



Credits
Writer(s): Eknoor Deo
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