Okay, I smoke, I sip on lick
I gook, I flex, I'm different
You n*ggas smoking mid
There's loud all in my section
Can't f*ck around with twelve
Dumb n*ggas make me sick
Oh yeah your b*tch she stoped
No ice up on my wrist
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I'm looking like a f*cking walkin lick walkin lick
I'm looking like a f*cking walkin lick walkin lick
I'm looking like a f*cking walkin lick walkin lick
I'm looking like a f*cking walkin lick walkin lick
Live from the grave, let me raise all at ease
Never talk back to a king when he speak
Teach a lesson with a smith & wesson
n*ggas claiming that they bout it
We gone really bring the pressure
Back in the cut with the blade
Cut to his face if a f*ck boy really wanna play
n*gga i ain't scared of sh*t boy
I’m coming live from the south side florida by the water
White b*tches sniffing sticks boy
Need a fix boy
Hit my line
Riding down town got my phone on silent never hear me when i come around
Going crazy while I’m dancing with the devil
Tryna level all the highs and the lows
Young n*gga with the sh*ts, rolling up another zip
Hear my blood flowing through my heart, can’t afford to die up in this b*tch
Hitting up my line with the bullsh*t you know i gotta see ya
Light skin b*tch with the wings on her back watch her fly like aaliyah
Thats my old mommacita mommamia
Popping 5 xannies got me feeling dead to the next sequel
Kush so strong whole blunt looking like a long arm
Keep my bindness al capone never for the long talk
Word around town is the f*ck n*ggas talking like b*tches
Hold up, just let me understand & get this
Hit up my phone, these hoes know it stay chirping
Drink all that henny and rub on that pus*y you know that sh*t working
You know that sh*t twerking
White girl sniffing blow while she blow
Thats for certain
Give her the gas or the molly she turning to brolly
Can’t f*ck round with shorty
My b*tch hella crazy
Callin my phone say I’m finn have you yo baby?
b*tch is you stupid? leave the convo vacant
Riding round palm beach feeling like the mayor
Slide on yo b*tch make them pus*y lips gett’em wetter & greater
Then its back to the grave that i go nothing more
In a 4 that I’m tipping
Slow mo, no vhs how ya boy sipping
Gotta pray i never get caught slipping
I smoke i sip on lick i gook i flex i'm different
You n*ggas smoking me there's loud all in my section
Can't f*ck around with twelve dumb n*ggas make me sick
Oh yea your b*tch she stoped no ice up on my wrist
I'm looking like a f*cking walkin lick walkin lick
I'm looking like a f*cking walkin lick walkin lick
I'm looking like a f*cking walkin lick walkin lick
I'm looking like a f*cking walkin lick walkin lick