Waka Flocka Flame - Lick a Shot lyrics

[Hook (2x): Wooh da Kid] Stay low to the floor when I'm in the spot Everybody on the floor, I'ma lick a shot If you wanna jack, I'ma give you what I got Midget jumping out my bag, it's a hundred shot [Verse 1: Wooh da Kid] It's a foul odor coming from the back porch Not the Ghost Rider, but I left his a** torched Left him burnt in the back with his Glock on him Caught him slipping 'cause you know I had to drop on him From his little chick daddy call his main squeeze She ain't praying to the Lord when she's on her knees Top shottas don't f** with no rude boys No, I ain't Santa Claus, but I got lots of toys He was in the back, blowing on ganja He f**ed up 'cause he have marijuana This was a old beef, I guess he thought the beef was dead "And we don't know who did it" is what the paper said [Hook (2x): Wooh da Kid] Stay low to the floor when I'm in the spot Everybody on the floor, I'ma lick a shot If you wanna jack, I'ma give you what I got Midget jumping out my bag, it's a hundred shot [Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] I got a phone call, a n***a stole a whole brick Oh sh**, squadded up, call the whole click I'm finna let my pistol whip, pistol-whip a b**h I got a head shot, shawty, I'm finna shoot the b**h f** the cops, murk this block, we gon' shoot it out Where the green flag, shawty? I can't go without It's a drought down south, I'm charging twenty-six Go a couple states up, charge thirty-six My dope the sickest, make them J's breathless I'll snatch your necklace, car squeeze, breathless I'm on that trap sh**, slab, rock, rap sh** I'll holler, "Flocka wants the girls", start flocking quick [Hook (2x): Wooh da Kid] Stay low to the floor when I'm in the spot Everybody on the floor, I'ma lick a shot If you wanna jack, I'ma give you what I got Midget jumping out my bag, it's a hundred shot [Verse 3: Wooh da Kid] Licked a shot for my moms raising five kids Five boys, no pops, they some bad kids It's in my bloodline, everybody cut throat My moms got shot, but the n***a got smoked In '94, I had had my mom's 25 strap Coming for your lunch money and we taking snacks Moved to Atlanta, Georgia, back in '99 Scruff McGruff-a** n***as screaming, "stop the crime" Real k**ers get it done, they gon' lick a shot Never told on a soul, I am what you not If you wanna jack, I'ma give you what I got Lick a shot at the cowards tipping off the cops