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(Yeah)
(I need a lick)
(Huh)

[Verse - OTM Frenchyy]
I need a lick, I'm down bad
I'm on my dick, I came up
From selling downs, and selling nicks

For that Glock, it got a beam
With a dick, kick down yo door
Run in yo house, and take yo shit
I was broke, ain't have nothing
I had to hustle got it out the mud, got it off the muscle

I'm from the gutter
I got a plug, his name Pedro
He got them zones
He plugged in
With Perico in Medellin

I need a lick, I'm down bad
I'm on my dick
He in that stolo, with no tint
Look like a fish
Going viral
OTM shooters, Call up lil ruger
Cock back that pistol and pop his medula, called him Medusa

I was trappin' selling four-dollar sites, off at the school
Remember Kari got caught up with that fire, was on the news

I was thuggin', jumped off the post, and hit the North
Pulling doors and checking cars, 'cause I was broke

I need a lick, I'm down bad
I'm on my dick, I need a zip
So I can flip, and stack my chips

I need a lick, I'm down bad
I'm on my dick, I need a zip
So I can flip, and stack my chips
I need a lick

[Gee]
We slayin' cutters, nigga I ain't no busta'
Diamonds dancing like Usher, try to touch me bro gon' bust you

Them White folk got behind us we was rolling marijuana
Bitch I smoke on that Ganja, fuck the daughter, fuck the momma
And bitch we 'bout the drama, fuck boy you know that

I'm chain swinging, diamonds blinking, bopping just like Kodak
I'm in my Dickies with my fitted and a fucking throwback
I'm getting litty, she gon' lick me when she bring my dope back
I gave my young nigga two pounds, and told him bring the four back

And if my money all together, I might throw a four pack
Climb through your window for your TV, I was only sixteen
I called my buddy said I'm coming, meet me at the Saloon

I pull up on you windows dropping, turn your shit into a scene
Extended clip just hanging out, them bullets at where you dream
I made a thirty piece, when I was in that Mustang
I bought a dirty stick, and spent 2k on a ring

I'm insane, make it rain, bitches fucking for change
I do my thing with them trees, and do my thing with the cane

I'm switching lanes, friendship turnt so you know we gon' bang
And I'm from thirty-eight hundred that BBG that's my gang

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