walkin lick

i smoke i sip on lick i gook i flex i'm different

you niggas smoking me there's loud all in my section

can't fuck around with twelve dumb niggas make me sick

oh yea your bitch she stoped no ice up on my wrist

i'm looking like a fucking walkin lick walkin lick

i'm looking like a fucking walkin lick walkin lick

i'm looking like a fucking walkin lick walkin lick

i'm looking like a fucking walkin lick walkin lick

live from the grave

let me raise all at ease

never talk back to a king when he speak

teach a lesson with a smith & wesson

niggas claiming that they bout it

we gone really bring the pressure

back in the cut with the blade

cut to his face if a fuck boy really wanna play

nigga i ain't scared of shit boy

i'm coming live from the south side florida by the water

white bitches sniffing sticks boy

need a fix boy

hit my line

riding down town got my phone on silent never hear me when i come around

going crazy while i'm dancing with the devil

tryna level all the highs and the lows

young nigga with the shits

rolling up another zip

hear my blood flowing through my heart

can't afford to die up in this bitch

hitting up my line with the bullshit you know i gotta see ya

light skin bitch with the wings on her back watch her fly like aaliyah

that's my old mommacita mommamia

popping 5 xannies got me feeling dead to the next sequel

kush so strong whole blunt looking like a long arm

keep my bindness al capone never for the long talk

word around town is the fuck niggas talking like bitches

hold up

just let me understand & get this

hit up my phone

these hoes know it stay chirping

drink all that henny and rub on that pussy you know that shit working

you know that shit twerking

white girl sniffing blow while she blow

that's for certain

give her the gas or the molly she turning to brolly

can't fuck round with shorty

my bitch hella crazy

callin my phone say i'm finn have you yo baby?

bitch is you stupid? leave the convo vacant

riding round palm beach feeling like the mayor

slide on yo bitch make them pussy lips gett'em wetter & greater

then its back to the grave that i go nothing more

in a 4 that i'm tipping

slow mo

no vhs how ya boy sipping

gotta pray i never get caught slipping

i smoke i sip on lick i gook i flex i'm different

you niggas smoking me there's loud all in my section

can't fuck around with twelve dumb niggas make me sick

oh yea your bitch she stoped no ice up on my wrist

i'm looking like a fucking walkin lick walkin lick

i'm looking like a fucking walkin lick walkin lick

i'm looking like a fucking walkin lick walkin lick

i'm looking like a fucking walkin lick walkin lick