Lick Back

Yeah

(FOREVERROLLING)

You niggas know y'all can't fuck with me, nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Throw the hood up and then we skrrt off

Slidin' in that Trackhawk, all my jewelry on, my shirt off

Turn the phone on DND, on silent, all alerts off

It's a fast car, but I'm movin' slow, I like my syrup raw

Every nigga 'round me shoot that yeek and get they merch off

I don't bark, I bite I got more paper than yo' big dawg

Wanna change yo' life? My best advice a brick of fentanyl

This bitch type is wife, I might just let the condom slip off

Ain't too many like me, ninety-nine percent of them rip offs

On point even at her spot I never take my kicks off

Ask my opps how it feel to wake up daily and get shit on

You get in yo' feelings and make diss songs

I make at yo' people's house, outside, shootin' that blick songs

And I'm still good on every block I used to knock P's on

Boss I get you chalked, my name ain't somethin' that you should speak on

Pulled out twenty somethin' just to let Johnny put my teeth on

My money ten feet tall, but I ain't something you should shoot at

Kill something, you wanna lock in with us I thought you knew that

My plug drove the load in on a truck, next day he flew back

I talk so much shit I need a Tic-Tac

I got five thousand for you, help me set this wolf trap

Started a new strain smokin' yo' man, this here a wolf pack

Up on the score, but we still active like we on get-back

Only thing gon' take that pain away is if you get racks

Forever get my lick back