Lick Back

Yeah (FOREVERROLLING) You niggas know y'all can't fuck with me, nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Throw the hood up and then we skrrt off Slidin' in that Trackhawk, all my jewelry on, my shirt off Turn the phone on DND, on silent, all alerts off It's a fast car, but I'm movin' slow, I like my syrup raw Every nigga 'round me shoot that yeek and get they merch off I don't bark, I bite I got more paper than yo' big dawg Wanna change yo' life? My best advice a brick of fentanyl This bitch type is wife, I might just let the condom slip off Ain't too many like me, ninety-nine percent of them rip offs On point even at her spot I never take my kicks off Ask my opps how it feel to wake up daily and get shit on You get in yo' feelings and make diss songs I make at yo' people's house, outside, shootin' that blick songs And I'm still good on every block I used to knock P's on Boss I get you chalked, my name ain't somethin' that you should speak on Pulled out twenty somethin' just to let Johnny put my teeth on My money ten feet tall, but I ain't something you should shoot at Kill something, you wanna lock in with us I thought you knew that My plug drove the load in on a truck, next day he flew back I talk so much shit I need a Tic-Tac I got five thousand for you, help me set this wolf trap Started a new strain smokin' yo' man, this here a wolf pack Up on the score, but we still active like we on get-back Only thing gon' take that pain away is if you get racks Forever get my lick back --- Lick Back - EST Gee