Lud Foe - Hit A Lick lyrics
Ayy, gang Turn the mic up Gang, gang, gang Ayy, gang Ayy, ayy, I just hit another lick, I just took a n***a b**h, ayy, ayy I don't want her though Remember trapping up on the corner though I wasn't selling no marijuana though Talking 'bout guns, we got a lot of those I had a forty up in my backpack Packing those since I was a snotty nose, ayy, ayy I just hit another lick, I just took a n***a b**h, ayy, ayy A n***a acting like he hard, we all knew he was a b**h, ayy, ayy Let me take another sip, I'm 'bout to take another trip, ayy, ayy Four-five with the grip, I put it right up to his lips, ayy, ayy b**hes f**ing for the fame and y'all hoes should be shamed Headshots for a lame, he shouldn't have mentioned my name I'm riding 'round in that thang, roof back in the rain I done sold a lot of 'caine, yeah I done did a lot of thangs f** with me and you'll pay for it I f**ed her but I didn't pay for it A lot of n***as just talk murder But we slide like a skateboard You want a verse? bring ten K I might give you a eight for it She s**ed my dick on the first date The b**h said she had a taste for it I hit the lot and copped a Lamborghini Now I'm like who wanna race for it? If I like your j**elry then give it up Or you might get shot in your face for it A lot of you n***as ain't keeping up They gon' need a quicker pace for us I'm in Chiraq with the gangsters I'm in Chiraq with the vicelords I might cop me some Gucci, I might cop me some Louis I might cop me an Uzi, I might shoot me a movie I might f** me a groupie, I might cop her a booty I might purchase your life, if you take me for a goofy I might cop me some Gucci, I might cop me some Louis I might cop me an Uzi, I might shoot me a movie I might f** me a groupie, I might cop her a booty I might purchase your life, if you take me for a goofy I might rob the sh** one of these n***as Smack the sh** out one of these b**hes Know you see me riding in that Bentley Custom Forgis, sittin' on sixes Tryna keep from 'round you snitches So we ain't gotta worry 'bout giving you stitches She ain't gotta worry 'bout calling me back 'Cause I blocked her number soon as I hit it He ain't gotta worry 'bout getting this back Ran off on the plug as soon as I get it f** n***a you ain't did what I did Can't walk in my shoes, n***a you don't fit it Kunta Kinte, I got whips, chips with the dip, slick talk make a b**h strip Roll right off my hip, the five point seven blue tips go straight through your whip I gotta roll the weed out the pound 'Cause baby girl I'm a big dog, we ain't smoking no zip Them n***as ain't dumping no clip And they don't never ever ride around with no heat in they whip the n***a tried run but he fell Now they got forensics on the sidewalk picking up shells These hoes know my name ring bells Want me and my dog, flip a coin, heads or tails, gang I might cop me some Gucci, I might cop me some Louis I might cop me an Uzi, I might shoot me a movie I might f** me a groupie, I might cop her a booty I might purchase your life, if you take me for a goofy I might cop me some Gucci, I might cop me some Louis I might cop me an Uzi, I might shoot me a movie I might f** me a groupie, I might cop her a booty I might purchase your life, if you take me for a goofy