The Lick

(album: Robbin Season 2 - 2020)

(David Wesson)
Hey, naw, though, for real, though, gang
Straight up, nigga
Know I got a story for y'all, a real one, though
Check this shit out, yeah, ayy

Ran into lil' gang, he say he got a lick
I told him this shit on the floor, then I hopped out with sticks
He told me not right now, we gotta plot and sit
You heard about Fat Wayne up out of Flint? He got a thousand bricks
I told him bang my line, I just got out, I'm with it
If we could pull this off, we got a pile of shit
You know how this shit go, it's hit the shot or miss
I just pulled some shit off last night, I hit the spot and dipped
Is this the job for the Glock or the job for the Drac'?
Shit, I don't give a fuck, I'm just down for the pape'
But is we gon' make it out? I ain't liable to say
Plus you know I got lil' cuddy with me, I'm sliding with apes
You know lil' BeBe fucking Rob? Yeah, Tamisha cousin
She said she seen him out of town counting at least a hundred
I'm like I can't even cap, shit, I need that money
Plus the rent due, my son birthday, and Easter coming
But ain't that nigga going to court? Shit, I heard they booking
I'ma be out of town Friday, how Thursday lookin'?
They said a stupid nigga done served a hook
On top of that, he ain't go to court and I heard they looking
BeBe said he gon' be home, that's where we set the play
Long as you make them reservations, I'ma set the stage
Been waiting for this moment, time to bless the safe
Fuck around and get just what I need, I'm finna left the states
Shit, Thursday came quick, it was 'bout 12 a.m
Knocked on the door just like the junkie, and they let me in
I seen doggy had a 40, it was in his hands
Soon as he turned around, I grabbed my pole and smacked him in his head
Watched him drop his gun, he an amateur
Like, "Where that work? And if you move, bitch, I'ma damage ya"
He told me where it's at, lil' cuddy handle him
Go cut the cameras off, hit the backdoor, we started panicking
Shit, I'm leaving with this load, I came way too far
Feel like they tryna double cross me, I'm way too smart
I hit lil' cuddy in his head and his brains flew off
How you niggas bitching up right now? Shit, I came with y'all
At this point, I started tweaking, I hit gang too
Looked at his body like, "Good looking, this shit came through"
Ain't no honor amongst thieves, you know the game rules
On top of that, if you was in my shoes, you'd do the same too, the lick

Yeah, moral of the story, nigga, don't trust nobody
Not even the nigga that put you on to shit
Everybody'll snake you
Everybody slimy in they own way
Niggas know the game
We ain't made the rules, nigga, we just playing
Yeah, keep that pole with you too