USDA - The Lick lyrics
rate meHey it's already set up my nigga, (yeah) all u got to do is be on time,
(All ready) handle your business nigga (all ready), you know what it is,
CTE or nothing (or nothing nigga)
Got a real bad bitch, just put me down on a lick
Say she know the boys with the bricks
Ain't down to ride when a nigga come right back, ya'll niggas bet not ask
Me for shit
This what I'm a do, grab my k and gloves, then I'm callin up my cause
Black rag, black mask leave that bitch then I'm headed straight to the club
With my red bone friend
Ridin in my brand new benz that will be the SLR
That's a quarter mill, that will be 250 flat that will be the SL car
Back to the lick then let me call up Slick, let him know what it is, what's
The play
Tell him call boo then we gon call up 2 let them know today be the day
Strap up, mask up, four clip ready, come thru shooting like the intro to
Belly
Get away wet, charge em with the hemy fuck that shit ain't shit u can tell
Me
Chalk it up face that, trap house case that, you can nigga we ain't playing
Nigga where the safe
Never met Batman, but I know robin pull a slick to a 11 in process, pull a
Snowman to a 11 hop out it.
Put me on game I'm laying down everybody, body, body nigga run that
One wrong move yeah a nigga gun that Smash out, cash out, break it up 4
Ways
One way to Vegas, blew it all in 4 days right back broke just fucked up 10
Keys, hit up old girl find out that the lick read
Gotta hit that lick, hit that lick
Gotta hit that lick, hit that lick
Gotta hit that lick, hit that lick
Gotta hit that lick, hit that lick let's go
Lick after lick yeah we split that shit
Arab lick yeah we hit that shit
Amber alert, behind that work, you know how I go when a nigger be hurt
Knock, knock like who is it? Real heart stoppers that'll pay you a visit
Putting that bitch all in your business and this the same bitch that'll
Give me a kidney
Psycho bitch with the killer pussy go in your pockets when a nigga ain't
Looking
Chips so hard yo ten for the cookies catch a pussy nigga when them niggas
Be douching
Sitting there text'n if it's bout them racks
I'm bout them racks like it's income tax
Lost a few partners can't get them back
Pack be short come n get that back, send that back, send that back, send
That back bitch I'm gone
Things be short make a nigga run off, if the shit ain't right tell me how
I'm wrong
Slide in slide out when sun ride out back to the hide out count it up throw
It on the table since the streets fucked up
Zip lock that we gone ounce it up
All black suits like the Reservoir dog
If a nigger flinch she gonna get knocked down
Gotta hax out with the back could of howl
Cut his ass up, then howl his ass out
Ten trash bags all filled up with salt
In the dry walls ten pounds of the law, In the floor board found bout a
Hundred thou', stood back eyes got big like wow
Got it back together, now I'm gathering the goods
My nigger boo got the fitted cal in the woods, 2 got the tap and the mother
Fuck'n rope, my nigga Young outside waiting with the sco'
Clean getaway to the spot we flow
Fist full of dollars with the whole lot of dope
Yeah we hit good but we trying to get mo
CTE for life ya'll niggas know the code
Gotta hit that lick, hit that lick
Gotta hit that lick, hit that lick
Gotta hit that lick, hit that lick
Gotta hit that lick, hit that lick
Gotta hit that lick, hit that lick
Gotta hit that lick, hit that lick
Gotta hit that lick, hit that lick
Gotta hit that lick, hit that lick
Gotta hit that lick, hit that lick
Gotta hit that lick, hit that lick
