(Verse One)
(Negroic)
Negroic comin in hot I'm finna hop up on this track
When you see DC come in he tote that motherf**in gat
If you talk that sh** then say it to my face and not my back
Cause Negroic came in with the mutherf**in strap
Okay lets get it
I got that 45 and I got that 50
And as soon as they heard “I Hit Licks” they knew not to f** with me
Lets get trippy
I got shrooms, coke, weed, and pills
Enough codeine to get you filled
But you try to rob me you gon get yo self k**ed
Now lets be real
Money stack high like a mountain
Countin these bricks but i ain't an accountant
These f**boys talk but they really ain't bout it
Imma let the chop spray like a muf**in fountain
Pull the weed out and they all gather round it
I stay fly like planes these other boys grounded
Smoke a few L's now my vision is clouded
I move bricks boy, i don't know ounces
Ask me who sellin'
Thats Negroic he a muf**in felon
I rep Ragsdale if you don't you jealous
Well teach a cowboy a muf**in lesson
That Smith and Wesson extended clips
Me and D-Savage gon hit that lick
Run in yo house take ya sh** real quick
And last but not least we gon f** ya b**h
Now lets get it
(Chorus)
Damn I got that heata
Damn I got that heata
If you f** with me or DC you gon see I got that heata (x4)
(Verse Two)
(Negroic)
Yeah i told you it's Negroic but this time I ain't alone
When I was writing this my boy D-Savage called me on the phone
Now you know that we be steady whipping c**aine in the kitchen
We be cooking up bricks while we cooking up lyrics
(D-Savage)
Quit rapping for 9 months and got called up for a feature
Speak the truth all day, they call me Sunday preacher
Hunnit bricks and kilos
I got lots of heat bro
Chopper with the 38, hit you in your feet ho
f** Southwest the anthem
Snatch ya mom for ransom
I got lots of diamonds
With a private island
Trophies all around you can tell I won the heisman
Found your mom, kidnapped her using f**ing White Page
Gold chain on me look like a damn ice age
Find me in Grandover playing golf like a white kid
Take my verses and sell them really high that's a high bid
All we wear is Louie, Prada, Fendi
f** around red dot on your head like a bindi
Codeine all around so you know we stay trippy
Negroic keep the d**, I move the bricks
Three hundred sixty-five 24/7 we hit licks
(Chorus)