Hit A Lick

[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks] Right off top with that splash With a bottle of Cris for that glass Got a couple of racks in that stash That money be coming in so fast I copped the drop and I brag Two hundred and five on that dash But that don't mean I won't be creepin' I ain't answer the phone, she saw me tweetin' Hit me with a text and said we beefin' Send her one back and said you tweakin' Ain't about cash I'm not repeatin' I ain't playin' those games, I'm not competin' Said what you talkin' 'bout? Baby we just havin' fun Maybe this is how it's run, middle finger, add a one I throw the peace up, these G's up, we hit a lick I know the secrets, I know the niggas that I eat with We practice all of that G shit T cracked the bottle that weed lit Let's celebrate, I'm looking for a reason to elevate [Hook] Let's hit a lick, let's hit it rich, my nigga, both kinds And I'm working round the clock, I'm always on time I'm a rider, so fuck your clique I'm in a drug dealer whip but I ain't cut no bricks Let's get rich Let's hit a lick, let's hit a lick, let's hit a lick, let's hit a lick Let's hit a lick, let's hit a lick, let's hit a... That's my shit Just hit a lick, just hit a lick, just hit a lick, just hit a lick We here to lick, let's hit a lick, let's hit a... That's my shit [Verse 2: Tris J] Lobster fettuccini, side of fried zucchini Wash it down with Cris and top it all off with some greenery Ain't no one on ones, man I swear they got a team me (yea) Boy I got them packs flippin', moving like a slinky Met your girl Vicky, she nasty, she freaky Want a heavyweight, she tired of fucking with a peewee Tris come through, have her screamin' Willie Beamen I dick her down like dick was going out of season Feelin hella bold so we ain't sneakin', e'ry weekend I'm resting in that pussy, gettin' some while I'm sleepin' I'm made of gold, get your metal up Recap my highlights, I'm twice nice, strong like a glass of seven up My condolences to all competitors fool you way behind So tell me how you gonna get ahead of us It's Tris man, stretch it like a wrist band Sip the deuce from the styrofoam, become a kick stand [Hook] [Verse 3: Shorty K] I love money, I hate haters, I keep bitches, I'm so player Just fuck the hoes cause I don't date 'em, just beat it up like pacemakers Man, my pockets so racist, shout out to them white men I got a bad ho and she light skin with a brown friend that don't like men And they fuckin' me, they suckin' me, they bust for me, they sluts to me This bully boy, and they bust for me, for any nigga on that fuckery We cash jays, do bank fraud, couple niggas with that bass hard Cook that shit like Based God, then run that like A-Rod Range Roves, Porsche trucks, summer come, we change up To the S L then the C L, stack that up when we need bail Whatcha know about that? Shit ain't just rap Ridin' down 10 with the shits in the back Rap 'em up then you ship em back For the next day, have em in the trap Money don't sleep so a nigga don't nap Money talk for me so a nigga don't yap Everybody good cause we all got packs Hundred pounds in and it started with a sack Cash it out and never seen the lease Big stones in my Jesus piece Feature, I need three at least Toothpick Clique TPC [Hook]