6 Kiss nigga I'm hitting licks nigga
All you bitch ass hoes nigga

Went to his house and you
Know I'm taking everything
Early morning driver, stolen car
Smoking Mary Jane
Bruh think I'm flexin' cause I'm
Talking like a big shot
Bet my young ass show him
Money he ain't never got
Told him like this "I don't care
Do you give a fuck?"
Hit a few liquor stores
You know I ain't paying nothing
Don't pay shit cause I'm robbing
Like a Jay Rock robbing like a dope fiend
Even take the wristwatch
Ching ching ching, pawn shop be my main bitch
Ching ching ching, gold mouth
With a bad bitch
Girls on my dick cause I'm flexin'
Hot boy shit caught a high bucks shit
Lunch and I'm service this
What you really need? I'm a young Santa Claus
And I'm coming in the crib with the goons
And a bomb
Gold in my mouth, I'm a pretty boy gangster
With the cops on my ass
Hand-cuffed to my ankles like a bitch

Yes, I'm finna hit a lick, yeah
I'm finna rob a bitch
Yes, I'm finna hit a lick, yeah
I'm finna rob a bitch
Yes, I'm finna hit a lick, yeah
I'm finna rob a bitch
Yes, I'm finna hit a lick, yeah
I'm finna rob a bitch

Yeah I'm hitting licks, yeah I'm pushing zips
Got lick money, got trap money
Everybody say that I'm a young ass bitch
'Til I caught my first case now
I'm a thug ass bitch

Yeah I'm hitting licks, yeah I'm pushing zips
Got lick money, got trap money
Everybody say that I'm a young ass bitch
'Til I caught my first case now
I'm a thug ass bitch

Ask me what is shaking
You know what's shakin'
Ten stolen cars and I run like Troy Aikman
Make the hood hot cause
I'm bringing back profit
OG's said B you know you gotta stop it
So I went harder, it really ain't matter
I'm like a girl scout but
I ain't have no cookies
I had a real goon that'll tie up your family
Cut the thing down, put 'em right in his sock
I'm up all night cause I'm finna go plat
Caught the BART train to
The East Oakland spot
Hit the dirty 30's with my dope fiend partner
He buying up dope, I'm just watching
He said he sniff rocks
It don't make me different
Make me go hard when I'm on a dead mission
I'm on the back seat of a pimp caddy-caddy
We driving around with dope in the baggie
Pressure, he'll do anything off the powder
And his goal was to put
The pipe like clam chowder
I'm in the lick for the
Money shit and the power
A young skinny nigga
So I couldn't be a coward

I get in a nigga shit, with a mask on
My face and some bo on my lips, nigga
I get in a nigga shit, with a mask on
My face and some bo on my lips, nigga

Yeah that's that real hitting lick shit
You know what I mean? Lil B for Little Boss
I ain't never been playing with this thang
10 thangs on them thangs
Why you think I got this 40
Licks tatoo on my throat?
Not for the bitches
That's cause I hit 40 licks
You know what I mean?
Real shit nigga, 6 Kiss
You can only hear it here
Lil B for Little Boss welcome to my world
Yeah, pretty boy shit

Copyright: Songtrust Ave, TUNECORE INC
Writer(s):