Walking Lick

[Intro: DJ Holiday] Quiet? No I can't be quiet Shit, every time I talk that's Brick Fam. Holiday! That's 185 right there Yo Gucc! I know you got like 10 birds when we walk in the club nigga You know what it is - Trap Back baby! The streets is hungry [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] 80 grand in my Robin jeans It's hot outside, but I'm coolin it Top on down but I'm losing it Mind gone with a foreign chick With a Tech-9 with a cooling kit Got the black jeans with the wings on 'em Gucci shoes, no shoe-strings Shit, every word means two things So the white girl is my boo thang And I'll come in due time, in the drop head at the blue flame And I don't like to see no new faces Cause I don't like to learn no new names I go to sleep in foreign places Wake up, count big faces Stuff cash in suitcases, pillowcases.. I'm two faced! [Hook] x8 I'm a walking lick, I'm a talking brick, I'm talking shit [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Millionaire with Trues on in a stash house with shoes on Put a million dollars in my new home And a quarter million in my trap house Put a half a mil in your bank account Nigga, serve dope in my zone Cooking the work with no gloves on So the junkies can get they grub on I'm a OG with capital letters On Capital Ave. with white leathers In a 68 Camero, no top on, I'm put together I got salt and pepper, no Spindarella Stupid cheese, that's Mozerella Bust em open, put em back together Then sell them to you, ahead of schedule [Hook] x8 [Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame] I heard a price tag on my head! (Flocka!) I'm a walking lick! Nigga, come and try, you gon end up dead bitch I'm out here roadkill, my niggas they so for real 20 minutes from my hood, I don't need no house on the hill! Reachin for my tech, your mama better write your will Shit gon' get ugly, my young'ns pop about two pills Where them niggas before and with this record deal Me and Gucci Mane, bitch, we hard to kill.. [Hook] x8