Lickety Split
Ay, yuh, big Lope in this motherfucker, man
LDC gang, shit, lil' bitch
Ay, talk down on the gang, boy, get put in the blunt
Boy, you is a lame, this is not what you want
We lickety split out yo joint
You ain't on no timing, you ain't on that
You ain't no slider, you ain't got no hats, you ain't got no stripes, you ain't got no rank
Stanky, yeah, that's your dead homie, up in my blunt, I'm flaming
Yeah, I don't stay safe, I stay dangerous
Yeah, she love my cologne, she come by
She flaming it up, she supervise
She love the way that closet mall size
Glick on my hip, lil' boy, you can stop by
Yeah, stepping on your flag, yeah, all the time, yeah
You ain't on shit, we doing drag race down your strip
I saw you flicked up on IG, I'm finna come take all your shit
I'm finna come get it
I'm finna come take all your shit and take me a flick with it
I finna come grab your lil' bitch, I put her in a whip and take me a flick with 'er
I'm finna come grab your bag, out your hands and lickety split with it
I'm finna take your lil' bitch out to dinner
She got split it 50/50, got me a hot lil' 50 up on my hip, that bitch sizzly
I'm finna get your chips and dip it
I'm finna fuck your lil' bitch and rip it
Crack down that lil' swish, I'm finna lickity split it
Aye I put some green up in it
You ain't want that venue you turnt up, you shouldn't have let the team up in it
Yeah, back flips when I hit you
Yeah, wrap them up, then we dip
I'm throwing it to your bitch like I was pitching
Yeah, I'm fucking your bitch, I'm lickety split
I flick up my Bic, then hit me some lips
I finna go hit me a lick and I dip it
You lick on your bitch and I give her some dick
Aye lickety split ugh up out that bitch that bridge you walk on is rigid you timid, you a bitch
That 45 lemon extended, ain't gonna be no snitching
I'm bout to bust on your bitch, I'm bout to bust on her face
No grip, you a lick
I'm hitting, your face
I'm bout to get real lickety split up out your place
My footprint on your face, my footprint on your head
You fled when I was around in February
I was flaming up that zaza, and I was pouring up cranberry
That bullet that hit your head, you leaking that cranberry
We lickety split out your spot
Yeah, with them parrots
Yeah, we going fast like a ferret
LDC gang, shit, lil' bitch
Ay, talk down on the gang, boy, get put in the blunt
Boy, you is a lame, this is not what you want
We lickety split out yo joint
You ain't on no timing, you ain't on that
You ain't no slider, you ain't got no hats, you ain't got no stripes, you ain't got no rank
Stanky, yeah, that's your dead homie, up in my blunt, I'm flaming
Yeah, I don't stay safe, I stay dangerous
Yeah, she love my cologne, she come by
She flaming it up, she supervise
She love the way that closet mall size
Glick on my hip, lil' boy, you can stop by
Yeah, stepping on your flag, yeah, all the time, yeah
You ain't on shit, we doing drag race down your strip
I saw you flicked up on IG, I'm finna come take all your shit
I'm finna come get it
I'm finna come take all your shit and take me a flick with it
I finna come grab your lil' bitch, I put her in a whip and take me a flick with 'er
I'm finna come grab your bag, out your hands and lickety split with it
I'm finna take your lil' bitch out to dinner
She got split it 50/50, got me a hot lil' 50 up on my hip, that bitch sizzly
I'm finna get your chips and dip it
I'm finna fuck your lil' bitch and rip it
Crack down that lil' swish, I'm finna lickity split it
Aye I put some green up in it
You ain't want that venue you turnt up, you shouldn't have let the team up in it
Yeah, back flips when I hit you
Yeah, wrap them up, then we dip
I'm throwing it to your bitch like I was pitching
Yeah, I'm fucking your bitch, I'm lickety split
I flick up my Bic, then hit me some lips
I finna go hit me a lick and I dip it
You lick on your bitch and I give her some dick
Aye lickety split ugh up out that bitch that bridge you walk on is rigid you timid, you a bitch
That 45 lemon extended, ain't gonna be no snitching
I'm bout to bust on your bitch, I'm bout to bust on her face
No grip, you a lick
I'm hitting, your face
I'm bout to get real lickety split up out your place
My footprint on your face, my footprint on your head
You fled when I was around in February
I was flaming up that zaza, and I was pouring up cranberry
That bullet that hit your head, you leaking that cranberry
We lickety split out your spot
Yeah, with them parrots
Yeah, we going fast like a ferret
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Writer(s): Zachary Loper
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