Lick Back Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Vrr, vrr, vrr, vrr, gang

[Verse]
This how I know I'm rich as hell, I don't know where my chain be at
It's how I know I leave sh*t dead as f*ck, they don't know where his brain be at, ayy, gang
Where my metal at? Say gang, boy, f*ck, double back
That boy say it smoke, but makin' posts, so we ain't smellin' that (Vrr)
Hit his ass up with this torch, purge side, don't come off porch
Wicked west, that be the best, I pop his top and I go north
Or I might go to the south, no, I'm not talkin' 'bout big house
Put him on the news, pronounce him dead, I gave that boy some clout (Vrr)
Told my momma, "I'ma stepper 'til I die"
If the folks revoke yo' bond, you gon' see a stepper cry
Spin thе block like twenty times, damn, that lil' boy smokin'
All y'all n*ggas stеady jokin', step on sh*t like roly-poly
Yeah, leave a n*gga swole, I just know how to play my role
I can stuff all my pockets, all my money in the floor
In the grave since I was eight, I been gettin' paid
If he don't buy no water, we might just snatch his bankroll, that's on gang
On that bullsh*t on the strip, like three of us got thirty clips
Tired of him keep makin' posts, tryin' to get lil' buddy flipped
Got this Draco on me now, I swear, I run me a n*gga down
Leave him stank behind the trash can, that's how that boy got found
They ain't shoot him [?], they keep sayin' I gotta bounty
It's on gang, I'm on that bullsh*t, stop an opp right in the county (Come here)
Mortal combat, swear to God that I'm gon' finish you
I'm too bold as hell, I probably never buy no bulletproof, uh
In the car with that boy, Wicked, I say, "Gang, you see an opp and pop his top, you get a ticket," yeah
Leave that pus*y missin'
Yeah, this Draco wood green
In the car with bro, on God
b*tch, we be on the same thing
Told the DA, "Call me Murda Boy," b*tch, that's my rap name
I could have like thirty cubans, still I'll take a n*gga chain
Huh, that's how I was raised
Excuse me if I'm bein' mean, reaper all up in my dreams
Casamigos got me turnt up, I don't even drink no lean
Leave his whole house burnt up, a scary movie scene
I ain't been asleep in three days, you would think I'm on the bean?
"Shh, gang, I think them n*ggas coming through the clique
I'ma try to hit some' up, dead boy, don't f*ck with us"
Thirty clip, I let it rip, b*tch, I'm like Curry with my clip