Lick Back Remix
(专辑: Bigger Than Life Or Death - 2021)
(FOREVEROLLING) Niggas know y'all can't fuck with me, nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Throw the
hood up and then we skrrt off Sliding in that Trackhawk, all my jewelry on, my shirt off Turn her phone on DND, on silent, all alerts off It's a
fast car, but I'm moving 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 your big dawg Wanna change your 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 'em 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 your feelings and make diss songs I
make at your people's house, outside shooting 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 something that you should speak on Pulled out twenty something just to let Johnny put my teeth on My money ten feet tall, but I
ain't something you should shoot at Kill something, you wan' 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 smoking your man, this here a
wolf pack Up on the
score, but 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 Pluto Sucking this bitch titty like I'm tryna get some syrup out it Opps shot at me ten years ago, niggas still getting murked 'bout it I
put on so many white diamonds, made a
snow bunny get cockeyed Slime that bitch out to my crew, ho got crossed out I
bet you I
piss out codeine, bitch gon' kiss it, it's a
blessing Bustdown on my freak because she suck it excellent Certified stepper, bust your head and pull a
hamstring Cocaine so pure, selling re-up on an airplane Murder red diamond on my pinky ring (On my pinky ring) Sixty-six murders on my tennis chain (Sixty-six murders, nigga) Back and forth, yeah, I'm playing tennis games (I'm playing tennis games) Racks, I'm out the
credit game (In and out the
credit game) (King Pluto, yeah) I
got more millions than followers, nigga, I'm a
big dog I
dropped few dollars on Cuban links, real fentanyl I
got my main bitch watered down like a
fish bowl Bitch just went to sucking, I
couldn't even get the
TEC out (What you tell her?) I
just went to busting, he couldn't even get the
vest out (What you said?) I
just got so mad, I
went did a
drill in my Redeye (What you said?) Showed the
bitch the
Honda, she ain't ever seen a
deadeye (Yeah) All these diamond chains, that bitch thought I
had my shirt on (Pluto) At the
laundromat washing the
money, getting the
dog off (Washing off the
dog) All this food, turn the
weed spot into a
doghouse (Rrr) Might just fuck a
famous bitch in the
bathroom at Walmart (King Pluto) I
done hit so many niggas' wives, I
need a
ballpark Before I
marry this bitch, rather give a
mil' to my mother (One hundred) Took her off the
jet, now her addy on my father I've been dodging all these nasty hoes like a
Charger Yeah, so much pape', I
bribed fate to hold my karma My cause worldwide, if I
die, I'm a
martyr He snake me, ain't faze me, my lick back harder I'm sitting, washing my hands, dirty streets scarred us Making 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 getting my lick back, yeah