LICK
Ayo, I been on
Sapping energy
Run the electric bill up
Brain gone
But a body of work remains
I keep that thing on
Blood thinned beyond the pale
Soak it up like a tampon
Fuck the racket, we ball
My dude, this ain't no ping pong
Uh!
Stretch the wax 'fore i seal my blunt
Labels keep asking if I'll piece my cut - hoping to bleed me dry and then leave abrupt
An industry of dicks trynna eat mine up
Y'all can eat my butt
Turn around then proceed to receive my nut
You must be off a bean trynna thief my funds and deplete my gust
Hollup, ho-ho-hollup now, hollup
Hate the game, then put down the controller
Rav and Bill smoke a pound of that doja
Then pounce on the mic til the album is over
The city steeped in fetish
Squeezing endocrines
Every corner fills desires
I'm trynna pinpoint mine, exo
Woah!
Fo's on it!
Blue inside the rear view how it strobe!
You all up in my ear just talking shit that you don't know!
What the fuck you smoking?
Know that shit ain't in my pack!
What the fuck you smoking?
Know that shit ain't in my pack!
I need three more strikes (okay!)
I got froze in the pack (okay!)
18s on the whip (okay!)
Tell your mans he ain't shit
That's word to bankroll
The scope look like kano
This denim feel like wintertime
Bust it down gon gimme mines
On 57, I been the man since jump street
Spin your block til it's lunch meat
You get mad stabs like a krump beat
I been dumb sleep
What's the tag say?
I got the shit
I might cop a house
I might cop a whip
All you pocket watchers get to watching this
I'm on fire
Daytons on the white wall tires
You bought it? It's coming from me
What do you see in this?
Potential
These instruments being instrumental
You not touching me in this
It's simple
It's follow-through to an end game
Who you talking to?
I'm not stopping you
If it's in your brain or sitting in your chest
I want it in my ears and we can see who pressed
45 in the bucket
Fuck it
X-pac: she gon suck it
Put another gold grill in my budget
Slime, I done broke a seal and I'm buzzin'
I got no ceilings
Woah!
Fo's on it!
Blue inside the rear view how it strobe!
You all up in my ear just talking shit that you don't know!
What the fuck you smoking?
Know that shit ain't in my pack!
What the fuck you smoking?
Know that shit ain't in my pack!
Sapping energy
Run the electric bill up
Brain gone
But a body of work remains
I keep that thing on
Blood thinned beyond the pale
Soak it up like a tampon
Fuck the racket, we ball
My dude, this ain't no ping pong
Uh!
Stretch the wax 'fore i seal my blunt
Labels keep asking if I'll piece my cut - hoping to bleed me dry and then leave abrupt
An industry of dicks trynna eat mine up
Y'all can eat my butt
Turn around then proceed to receive my nut
You must be off a bean trynna thief my funds and deplete my gust
Hollup, ho-ho-hollup now, hollup
Hate the game, then put down the controller
Rav and Bill smoke a pound of that doja
Then pounce on the mic til the album is over
The city steeped in fetish
Squeezing endocrines
Every corner fills desires
I'm trynna pinpoint mine, exo
Woah!
Fo's on it!
Blue inside the rear view how it strobe!
You all up in my ear just talking shit that you don't know!
What the fuck you smoking?
Know that shit ain't in my pack!
What the fuck you smoking?
Know that shit ain't in my pack!
I need three more strikes (okay!)
I got froze in the pack (okay!)
18s on the whip (okay!)
Tell your mans he ain't shit
That's word to bankroll
The scope look like kano
This denim feel like wintertime
Bust it down gon gimme mines
On 57, I been the man since jump street
Spin your block til it's lunch meat
You get mad stabs like a krump beat
I been dumb sleep
What's the tag say?
I got the shit
I might cop a house
I might cop a whip
All you pocket watchers get to watching this
I'm on fire
Daytons on the white wall tires
You bought it? It's coming from me
What do you see in this?
Potential
These instruments being instrumental
You not touching me in this
It's simple
It's follow-through to an end game
Who you talking to?
I'm not stopping you
If it's in your brain or sitting in your chest
I want it in my ears and we can see who pressed
45 in the bucket
Fuck it
X-pac: she gon suck it
Put another gold grill in my budget
Slime, I done broke a seal and I'm buzzin'
I got no ceilings
Woah!
Fo's on it!
Blue inside the rear view how it strobe!
You all up in my ear just talking shit that you don't know!
What the fuck you smoking?
Know that shit ain't in my pack!
What the fuck you smoking?
Know that shit ain't in my pack!
Credits
Writer(s): Bill Nettles
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