Hit A Lick lyrics

[Intro]

Ayy, gang

Turn the mic up

Gang, gang, gang

Out west 290 shit

Ayy, gang

[Verse 1]

Ayy, ayy, I just hit another lick, I just took a nigga bitch, ayy, ayy

I don't want her though

Remember trapping up on the corner though

I wasn't selling no marijuana though

Talking 'bout guns, we got a lot of those

I had a forty up in my backpack

Packing those since I was a snotty nose, ayy, ayy

I just hit another lick, I just took a nigga shit, ayy, ayy

A nigga acting like he hard, we all knew he was a bitch, ayy, ayy

Let me take another sip, I'm 'bout to take another trip, ayy, ayy

Four-five with the grip, I put it right up to his lips, ayy, ayy

Bitches fucking for the fame and y'all hoes should be shamed

Headshots for a lame, he shouldn't have mentioned my name

I'm riding 'round in that thang, roof back in the rain

I done sold a lot of 'caine, yeah I done did a lot of thangs

Fuck with me and you'll pay for it

I fucked her but I didn't pay for it

A lot of niggas just talk murder

But we slide like a skateboard

You want a verse? bring ten K

I might give you a eight for it

She sucked my dick on the first date

The bitch said she had a taste for it

I hit the lot and copped a Lamborghini

Now I'm like who wanna race for it?

If I like your jewelry then give it up

Or you might get shot in your face for it

A lot of you niggas ain't keeping up

They gon' need a quicker pace for us

I'm in Chiraq with the gangsters

I'm in Chiraq with the vicelords

[Chorus]

I might cop me some Gucci, I might cop me some Louis

I might cop me an Uzi, I might shoot me a movie

I might fuck me a groupie, I might cop her a booty

I might purchase your life, if you take me for a goofy

I might cop me some Gucci, I might cop me some Louis

I might cop me an Uzi, I might shoot me a movie

I might fuck me a groupie, I might cop her a booty

I might purchase your life, if you take me for a goofy

[Verse 2]

I might rob the shit one of these niggas

Smack the shit out one of these bitches

Know you see me riding in that Bentley

Custom Forgis, sittin' on sixes

Tryna keep from 'round you snitches

So we ain't gotta worry 'bout giving you stitches

She ain't gotta worry 'bout calling me back

'Cause I blocked her number soon as I hit it

He ain't gotta worry 'bout getting this back

Ran off on the plug as soon as I get it

Fuck nigga you ain't did what I did

Can't walk in my shoes, nigga you don't fit it

Kunta Kinte, I got whips, chips with the dip, slick talk make a bitch strip

Roll right off my hip, the five point seven blue tips go straight through your whip

I gotta roll the weed out the pound

'Cause baby girl I'm a big dog, we ain't smoking no zip

Them niggas ain't dumping no clip

And they don't never ever ride around with no heat in they

Whip the nigga tried run but he fell

Now they got forensics on the sidewalk picking up shells

These hoes know my name ring bells

Want me and my dog, flip a coin, heads or tails, gang

[Chorus]

I might cop me some Gucci, I might cop me some Louis

I might cop me an Uzi, I might shoot me a movie

I might fuck me a groupie, I might cop her a booty

I might purchase your life, if you take me for a goofy

I might cop me some Gucci, I might cop me some Louis

I might cop me an Uzi, I might shoot me a movie

I might fuck me a groupie, I might cop her a booty

I might purchase your life, if you take me for a goofy

• Artist:Lud Foe
• Album:Boochie Gang (2018)