Icewear Vezzo - The Lick lyrics

(David Wesson)
Hey, naw, though, for real, though, gang
Straight up, nigga
Know I got a story for y'all,  a real one
 though check this shit out, yeah, ayy

Ran into lil' gang, he say he got a lick
I told him this shit on the floor
Then I hopped out with sticks
He told me not right now
We gotta plot and sit
You heard about Fat Wayne up out of
Flint? He got a thousand bricks
I told him bang my line, I just got out
I'm with it if we could pull this off
We got a pile of shit
You know how this shit go
It's hit the shot or miss
I just pulled some shit off last night
I hit the spot and dipped
Is this the job for the Glock
Or the job for the Drac'?
Shit, I don't give a fuck
I'm just down for the pape'
But is we gon' make it out?
I ain't liable to say
Plus you know I got lil' cuddy with me
I'm slidin' with apes
You know lil' BeBe fuckin' Rob? yeah
Tamisha cousin she said she seen him out of
Town countin' at least a hundred
I'm like I can't even cap, shit
I need that money
Plus the rent due, my son birthday
And Easter comin'
But ain't that nigga goin' to court? Shit
I heard they bookin'
I'ma be out of town Friday
How Thursday lookin'?
They said a stupid nigga done served a hook
On top of that
He ain't go to court and I heard they lookin'
BeBe said he gon' be home
That's where we set the play
Long as you make them reservations
I'ma set the stage
Been waitin' for this moment
Time to bless the safe
Fuck around and get just what I need
I'm finna left the states
Shit, Thursday came quick, it was 'bout 12 am
Knocked on the door just like the junkie
And they let me in
I seen doggy had a 40, it was in his hands
Soon as he turned around
I grabbed my pole and smacked him in his head
Watched him drop his gun, he an amateur
Like, "Where that work? And
If you move, bitch, i'ma damage ya"
He told me where it's at
Lil' cuddy handle him
Go cut the cameras off, hit the backdoor
We started panicking
Shit, I'm leavin' with this load
I came way too far
Feel like they tryna double cross me
I'm way too smart
I hit lil' cuddy in his head
And his brains flew off
How you niggas bitchin' up right now? Shit
I came with y'all
At this point, I started tweakin'
I hit gang too
Looked at his body like, "Good lookin'
This shit came through"
Ain't no honor amongst thieves
You know the game rules
On top of that, if you was in
My shoes, you'd do the same too, the lick

Yeah, moral of the story, nigga
Don't trust nobody
Not even the nigga that put you on to shit
Everybody'll snake you
Everybody slimy in they own way
Niggas know the game
We ain't made the rules, nigga
We just playin'
Yeah, keep that pole with you too