LICC HOE$ lyrics

[Intro]
Free Heist
Ayy, 187 sh*t
Ayy, gang, haha, ayy
B-B-Bilbo

[Verse 1]
Ayy, pew-pew, yeah, ha, then I'm all in yo' house
My wrist in the bowl like I'm playing with Klaus
I need an accountant, don't got time to count
Ayy, b*tch, uh
Ayy, then I pick up that ounce
I gotta get this sh*t 'fore my bro get out
I gotta go flip it, remake that amount (Remake that)
Foenem got SK's and AR's, they give you a scar, it's gon' see you up out of here (Blah)
I dump a few clips in that Cavalier, jersey is finna be red like a Buccaneer (Pew)
It ain't no f*cking, just suckin' here, 'til she tear up she is not getting none from here (No)
I cannot afford to get stuck in here, I'm pulling out and won't f*ck for another year (For another year)

[Verse 2]
We the ones that pull up with the cuetes (What?), or whip out the blade like an ese (Ayy)
Putting that lead on his ass like an essay (Yeah)
He wanna start some sh*t, pus*y boy press play (Okay)
I'm coming with beef like a taco (Ayy), my di*k el grande, so this sh*t ain't paco (Paco)
He catch a concussion like flacko, if he out bust then I dash like I'm Roscoe (Bah)
Ayy, I'm lighting that 'Wood on a payday, watch for your mans if I catch him it's mayday (Grrah)
Got that baseball bat, it's a melee, see you on freeway, shooting sh*t both ways (Bah-bah-bah)
n*gga want war I'm like, "Okay"
I catch the case then I go beat it like O.J. (Like O.J.)
I cover sh*t up like it's Olay
We found out you rat, it's a wrap like chipotle
Uh, I'm all in the sauce, it ain't 'mole
That b*tch wanna f*ck with a boss do that often (Often)
I'm off that 'Wood and I've fallen, but I keep that medicine (Haha), so I ain't coughing, b*tch
And my lil' shawty be caked up (Ayy), talking 'bout dope, but she dope with no makeup (Nah)
TEC in your face when you wake up, brought the 'wood with me, I still got to bake up
[Verse 3]
Uh, n*gga I'm smoking, no sober
Don't know no probation, don't f*ck with the popers
I'm moving with shells, you could find me all over
I take the pain, now I cut my vein 'til it's over ('Til it's over)
I am the Garcia roller (Ayy), I roll up a 'Wood take that b*tch to the solar
Huh, I live with the 'Wood like an ogre, she come over give me straight face like it's poker (It's poker)
The popo is on me, don't answer no questions
I'm toting that .38, that Smith & Wesson
I really get groovy, just give me a second
These n*ggas too goofy, I'm shooting like Stephen
Choppa so big that I call that b*tch Precious
Whenever I press it, it will get depressing
I got that thang, but I will not suppress it
I give you some wings and you will get to Heaven
Try me at six, you won't make it to seven, the cops ain't gon' be on the case 'til eleven
It take two hours to get the detectives, but by that time Rigor mortis it done set in
Body decay and get put into bedding (Yeah)
Walk with two K's now I feel like I'm Tekken
God for that sh*t, boy, I feel like a reverend
All black with this paper and I got a message
b*tch, brrt, brrt, uhh

[Verse 4]
Then I'm all in your presence (Ayy)
That ho got you out making runs with no effort (Ayy), but I'm in the tum' like that b*tch just got pregnant
f*ck where you from n*gga, what is you repping?
Like what you done been in, like what work you put in?
You ain't been put on, f*ck n*gga get put off
12 is behind me, I can't take my foot off (Pew)
sh*t finna kick off like we playing football
Your ho is gon' run off when I take my hood off
Said he gon' take me whenever he see me (Ayy)
Saw me in public (Ayy), lil' buddy just took off (Haha)
187 we pull off (Skrrt), whole team be eating together like cook-offs (Ayy)
I can't play no games (Ayy), n*gga thinking I'm Rudolf
Pull up, drop-top (Grrah), knock your whole roof off
[Outro]
B-B-Bilbo
Ayy, yeah
Ya done now, hahaha