"Lick Back Remix" Тексты песен

Yeah
(FOREVEROLLING)
Them niggas know y'all can't fuck with me, nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah)

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, ninety-nine percent 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 somethin' 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 somethin' you should shoot at
Kill somethin', 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 (yeah, Pluto)

Suckin' this bitch titty like I'm tryna get some syrup out of it
Opps shot at me ten years ago, niggas still get murked 'bout it
I put on so many white diamonds made a snow bunny get cockeyed
Slide that bitch out to my crew, ho got crossed at
I bet ya I piss out codeine, bitch gon' kiss it, it's a bliss
Bust down on my freak because she sucks and licks me
Certified steppa, bust ya head and pull a hamstring
Cocaine so pure, sellin' re up on an airplane

Murder red diamond on my pinky ring
Sixty-six murders on my tennis chain
Back and forth, y'all playin' tennis games
Racks on, not the credit game

(King Pluto, yeah)
I got millions of followers, nigga, I'm a big dog
I drop three dollars on Cuban links, real Fentanyl
I got my main bitch watered down like a fish bowl

Bitches went to suckin', I couldn't even get the TEC out
I just went to bussin', you couldn't even get the vest out
I just got so mad I went did a drill in my Red Eye
Showed that bitch a Honda, she ain't ever seen a dead eye

All these diamond chains, that bitch thought I had my shirt on
At the laundromat washing the money getting the dog off
All this food turn a weed spot into a doghouse
Might just fuck a famous bitch in a barrel, throw 'em in Wal-Mart
I done hit so many niggas wide, I need a ball park

Before I marry this bitch really, give a mill to my mother
Took her on the jet that I had added on my father
I been dodgin' all these nasty hoes like a charger

Yeah, so much paper I bribed fate to hold my karma
My cause worldwide if I die I'm a martyr
These snake meat ain't faze me, my lick back harder
I'm seein' wash and my hands dirty, streets scarred us
Makin' this money, remain flawless, I promise
I'm no star, I'm much more, I'm enormous
Every time they try to slide I swear to God we spinned back
Forever gettin' my lick back