Lyrics
Bunch of licks in the spot **** thinkin’ we rich
Casa Azul, the bitches get lit
I ain’t pay, I just copped thirty six
She drivin’ the boat, got the licks on her lips
She fuck wit’ the beat, start shakin’ her hips
But she know I’m into that shit
Off the pain she tellin’ me to quit
But I got some pain that you never gon’ get
From the Six, where we known for the hustle
Me and Jay Ski Mask, it’s survive in the jungle
Shoebox money stashed up in the crib
But I’m in the field so I gotta stay humble
Tryna box wit’ your G, you gon’ fumble
Me and Hunch, that’s double the trouble
Throwin’ shot after shot, it’s still fuck the opps
Throwin’ shots at his leg, ****, watch how he stumble
40 so loud **** start hearin’ thunder, I’m changin’ the weather
It ain’t cheap but I gave her my sweater
Not buyin’ no purse, gave mama the Mecca
Like, she a 10 outta 10 so I treat her like Ella
Red guts, think she gettin’ wetter
Passenger princess playin’ her part
Hope she not the line ‘cause I’m totin’ beretta’s
Bunch of licks in the spot **** thinkin’ we rich
Casa Azul, the bitches get lit
I ain’t pay, I just copped thirty six
She drivin’ the boat got the licks on her lips
She fuck wit’ the beat start shakin’ her hips
But she know I’m into that shit
Off the pain she tellin’ me to quit
But I got some pain that you never gon’ get
Many days, summer nights, had to walk to the Bronx
Fuck them dead presidents, we ain't fuckin’ wit’ Trump
Money on the 6, we gon’ go on a hunt
Had to cop a red beam I don’t aim when I dump
Red light, green light, don’t know where to go
**** park right here we gon’ go thru the front
Like, who in that V, why it’s movin’ so slow?
We not known for the fights but we left that boy slumped
And they on my dick tryna copy my flow
Word to bro I took trips and they know
Doing shit for the Gram he a troll
And Bucky the dirtiest rapper I know
R.I.P Ray, Mr. Wake Up And Get It
Free Ski, Mr. Wake Up And Risk It
They play wit’ my name like I won’t take a visit
A young **** rap but a **** still spinnin’
Written by: Bob Talla