Young Scooter - Like A Lick lyrics

[Hook] Them racks, them racks, them racks, them racks That's b**h all on my dick Them racks, them racks, them racks, them racks In this b**h I'ma take them racks, I'ma take them racks And put on my wrist Them racks, them racks, them racks, them racks I be looking like a lick, n***a I look like a lick n***a, yeah I look like a lick n***a, yeah I look like a lick n***a, yeah I look like a lick [Verse 1: Jose Guapo] You ain't gonna find no other n***a like us berg My life, my life so purped up bad I got a big bad rollie, no one can follow up But a chopper should have a n***a don't holl up This squad, got racks, got hoes that's bad Got hoes with a**, my upper body got bands I got 20 on it, and I ain't worry bout sh** Cause I got shooters in zone 1 And I got shooters from zone 6 But I'm from the [?]hoe, know me As we're streaming freeze with it What the f** you mean, what the f** you thought And I got your b**h all in the loft Headed from the cash on that rollie thang Designer all my versace frame These n***as know they lame But I ain't even gonn say they name [Hook] [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] And I'm flexin on these f** n***as man This sh** is crazy I just bought a new mercedes for my main lady I got that gwap, gwap, it's gucci and gwap, gwap, gwap Lookin like a lick, smellin like a brick Walking through saz but I smell like a field And I know I got a gilt from a foot out the rim Know I'm gonna hot cause I'm lookin like a split And a brick, and a brick and a brick and a brick And about 10 more them bricks Politicians can't scratch you b**h Millionaire with a ratchet b**h Pulled up in a double v6 Go, go, go, go, gadget b**h Doe jumping out the road, macho man savage b**h And I never had a stylist Cause I can't hang with no f*got b**h [Hook] [Verse 3: Young Scooter] Work for j**elry in the hood shooting dice Lookin like a lick cause I got on this real ice I'm a walkin lick I'm takin orders on bricks When you see that red white and blue, they my bricks I just hit a lick and had to throw away my phone Throw away pistols, we got throw away homes Live a very long distance, I could get em to your home I'ma push it to the limit, hunned million that's my goal I know how to handle business in the streets and on the stove Welcome to the mexico n***a where everything goes Racks on racks on racks on racks, everybody on gold Traphouse never fold, bricks on white, bricks on gold [Hook] Them racks, them racks, them racks, them racks That's b**h all on my dick Them racks, them racks, them racks, them racks In this b**h I'ma take them racks, I'ma take them racks And put on my wrist Them racks, them racks, them racks, them racks I be looking like a lick, n***a I look like a lick n***a, yeah I look like a lick n***a, yeah I look like a lick n***a, yeah I look like a lick