Wifisfuneral - Walkin' Lick lyrics

Okay, I smoke, I sip on lick
I gook, I flex, I'm different
You niggas smoking mid
There's loud all in my section
Can't fuck around with twelve
Dumb niggas make me sick
Oh yeah 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 shit's
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
Thats 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
Thats 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 it's 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