$lick lick$ - Get back (feat. AndrewsFuneral)

Ayy, I get all my cash from the six Ayy, it's my fucking choppa, bitch, I'm livin in the mix,
Ayy, niggas ain't saying shit, they staying in the midst
And you niggas stay broke, bitch, you living for a fix
Bitch, I'm living for some money, bitch, I'm living for some ricks

Bitch, I'm looking for my cash, bitch, I'm looking for my chips
You lil' niggas ain't gas, you lil' niggas ain't shit
Lil' nigga ran up, did him like a bitch, he a bitch
No, he ain't leaving him, All my niggas with me pass the 40, put the cream in him

Nigga put the shaaty up and had to bleed in him
I don't give no fuck about no hoe, she give me cheapium
Fuck about these niggas, they get racks
You niggas stay broke, that's a fact, get no stacks

I get all my money to and there from and back
And if these niggas troll, then I'll smoke em in a pack
And the unity's so strong that there's no turnin' back
And if I up this fucking choppa, I'ma hit you in your back

I'ma leave your ass stained like my motherfucking mat
And if you niggas got some problems, then I'll up my fucking Mac
If I'm in the zone, then I'll be tweaking all night
If I go too hard, then I'll be freaking all night

If I take this perc, then I'll be geeking all night
And if I got your girl, she won't be sleeping all night
Hitting that shit right, cancel plans with your man
So I can lay the pipe, I been feeling right

Nike on the shorts and got her neck under the ice
Bitch, my watch is so expensive, think it got into a fight
If you on that bullshit, stay the fuck out of my messages
Fucking swear to God, you bitches lacking some intelligence

All up on my dick then swallow me like you a pelican
Bone your bitch like skeleton, you fucking irrelevant
Pussy boy, I told him get back,
Hit that Break your shit like he a Kit-Kat

Big stacks, pussy, you ain't takin' shit back
Run up on me where the army where the stick at hey
Pussy boy, I told him get back, get back
Hit that Break your shit like he a Kit-Kat

Big stacks, pussy, you ain't takin' shit back
Run up on me where the army where the sticks at hey
Ayy, let him know
If I keep the Glockaa, I might trap it out the door

Ayy, I'm hustlin' all day, cause I'm tryna up the score
And she said, this money gettin to me, bitch, I fucking know
I don't give no fuck about you, I don't fuck with no hoe
I just get all that cash and I'll give it to the bros

Slide the dope, if these niggas talking to me, bitch I am the Pope
If you really want some money, then I'm choosing out the dough, nigga
It's a, fuck, it's a, it's a, ayy

Written by:
Maxwell Appiah

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