Before The Lick lyrics

[Intro]
(HD Beats)
Yo, look

[Verse]
4 pockets full way before the lick
Started on a 12 ton Z, now it's 36
Bro thinks I'm booky cah I ain't tryna sell him sh*t
Gotta peb this brick, on the next one I'll pattern him
Still felt broke when I made my first 100 thou
Phone does 3 bands a day, I need another now
Open shop anywhere, no one can tell me nout
Six figure n*gga, a couple AK guns about
All I know is cocaine and crack smokers
Sleeping on my sh*tty sofa til' my backs broken
Whips stolen but the stick I paid cash
When I ran off on the plug I spent 10 on new waps
Stack of 50s to my bro and he didn't even lick that
New waps for my old beef, got racks now but I trap like I'm broke g
I ain't on this South Manny link up, that's not mе
Probably tell you pull up, you ain't leaving with your wrist watch
I'll make your crib a pitstop, samе n*ggas talking they don't wanna get me p*ssed off
When I'm hopping out g that's your Nokia and whip gone
Hiding gets your b*tch touched
Bullets flying through window screens, my mums seen all of that
Can't tell me bout sh*ts peak, mans been more than brass
Bullets flying this way, no brudda couldn't afford a mash
Ting comes with a nose, now it cost your yearly stack
And if there's suttin' on my wrist then it's probably stolen
Cos I ain't paying stupid money for no f*cking Rolex
Them man need a job cos they ain't making progress
You're rapping bout a 9 my plug drops me a brick, no less
Fly it in pebs one line, no stress
Most these rappers ain't it, real life I know them
Your tings drilled, mine will slap off your head
And when I poked up shh I didn't catch what he said
70 for 2, sick of man making big drinks
2 bricks on a pebble phone g that's big dins
Still sc*mmy, flexin' round here get your sh*t gripped
Real Jack boy but more time I'm in the kitchen
Real Jack boy making bands off the trap, if I sold you an O know I trampled on that
Change whips different week, same sh*t different pack
Feds raid where I live like I sleep where I trap
In and out of sh*tty cribs, working on the next Re
Bricks served with a passcode, that's TT
Girlfriends had enough but she don't ever tell me that, cos when I step in flannels I put Moncler on her back
Stains on my trackie b flying to the next shot
Up and down the A6, flying past best one
Always got drug money on me, I can't get stopped
I can't fall off I lost my line and built a next one
How can I fall off with all these cats on the road?
I ain't like them other rappers, I got packs on the go
Put it in the Pyrex soft came out stone
They be rapping bout my life, I should tax them for doe
I ain't asking my bro for no stick, I got beef local I need a pole where I live
Every other day I've got a bullet hole in my whip, ever brought a rental back with bullets holes in that b*tch?