Hit a Lick

Yuh, X on east, blood gang nigga
Real shit nigga
Pack that stick cause you know he got big stacks
Go stupid, let off two, bag hella racks
Up the score, pack a Perc in my backpack
Catch an opp, on the block, he pop out to lack
Fresh bread, I be talking 'bout that green
Fresh red, I be talking 'bout that lean
Ain't no pussy nigga I ain't never seen
Ain't no Glock I tote that gon' pop up clean
Hit my dawg up on the phone, ring that burner trap
Then I said let's rob a store and go slide up back
He like bet, I grab my pole and he gon grab the MAC
Tote that FN on my hip and pack that red tac
Slide up to the store, we blacked out and ski'd up
If you on the scene you better run and go hide and duck
Hand up all that bread, ain't tryn' leave this nigga slumped
We don't play, my nigga took the bag up to the front
Spin that whip, tell 39 to floor that block
Stay up in it, pour that four and aim that Glock
I said ride 'round and check up in that spot
If he lacking then you know I pop that shot
Fresh kill, I be ready off that Wock
Acting tough, but that pussy nigga be soft
How it feel to switch up on a hoe ass opp
Now you know, smoke his ass, go pop-pop
Roll that wood and smoke this opp pack off two Percocets
Call my shooter for hit, I drop the bag and he like bet
Sent bro, go and brick that crib for some dumb bitch I met
All my niggas roll Westside and we gon rep' the set
Straight out twelve hunnid, on blood it some toppa shit
Get these threats and I stay saying I'll pop a stick
AR-15, TEC, FN, MAC-10 up in this bitch
Stay packing even when I get top from my bitch
Got my nigga who fly outta' state just to drop the white
He gon' see the bread and lock that deal like it's on sight
And I pop out with that Glock, you know I beam it bright
Cause I know that some you fiend ass might just try to fight
Roll that good, it's zip it, two-eight-g, pour that with four
You gon' see yo' nigga get shot outside my front door
That's cause his ass playing with a stick like it's on go
I don't fuck with them niggas cause if you playing then you gon' roll
Pack that stick cause you know he got big stacks
Go stupid, let off two, bag hella racks
Up the score, pack a Perc in my backpack
Catch an opp, on the block, he pop out to lack
Fresh bread, I be talking 'bout that green
Fresh red, I be talking 'bout that lean
Ain't no pussy nigga I ain't never seen
Ain't no lick I hit that gon' get me caught on scene
Hit a lick
You already know what it is
We X on east, blood gang nigga