Walking Lick

[Intro:]

Quiet

No man, I can't be quiet

Shit every time I talk that's brig fair

Holiday season bitch

Holiday

See that's twenty eight five right there ha ha

Mike will made it

Yo gucci

I know you looking like bout ten burns

We walk in the club nigger

You know this

Holiday season

Trap back baby

The streets is hungry

Let's go

[Verse 1:]

80 Grand in my robin jeans

It's hot outside but I'm cooling it

Top on now but I'm losing it

Mind gone with a foreign chick

With a tech-9, with a cooling kit

Had the black jeans with wings on em

Gucci shoes... No shoes strings!

Say every word mean two things

So the white girl is my boo thing

Cause all come in due time

I'm in a drop head at the blue flan

And I don't wanna see no new faces

Cause I don't like to learn no new names

I goto sleep in foreign places

Wake up count big faces

Stuff cash in suitcases,

Pillow cases I'm two faced

[Chorus:]

I'm a walking lick,

I'm a talking brick talking shit

Walking lick,

I'm a talking brick talking shit

I'm a walking lick,

I'm a talking brick talking shit

Walking lick,

I'm a talking brick talking shit

I'm a walking lick,

I'm a talking brick talking shit

Walking lick,

I'm a talking brick talking shit

I'm a walking lick,

I'm a talking brick talking shit

Walking lick,

I'm a talking brick talking shit.

[Verse 2:]

Millionaire with true's on

I'm a stash house with shoes on

Put a million dollars in my new home

And a quarter million in my trap house

Put a half of mill in your bank account

You can serve dope in my zone

Cooking to work with them gloves on

So the jocks can get that grub on

I'm a og with a capital letters

On capital add with white letters

In a 68' camaro, no top on

I'm put together, I got salt and pepper

No spinderella, stupid cheese

That's mozzarella bust 'em open,

Put 'em back together

Then sell it to you ahead of schedule

[Chorus:]

I'm a walking lick,

I'm a talking brick talking shit

Walking lick,

I'm a talking brick talking shit

I'm a walking lick,

I'm a talking brick talking shit

Walking lick,

I'm a talking brick talking shit

I'm a walking lick,

I'm a talking brick talking shit

Walking lick,

I'm a talking brick talking shit

I'm a walking lick,

I'm a talking brick talking shit

Walking lick,

I'm a talking brick talking shit.

[Verse 3: Waka flocka]

I heard the price tag on my head (flocka)

I'm a walking lick (flocka)

Nigga come and try

You gon end up dead bitch

(Uh huh) yeah road kill

My nigga they so for real

Twenty minutes from my hood

I don't need no house on the hill (spank)

Reaching for my tech

Your mama better write your will

Shit gon get ugly my youngest pop bout two pills (rolling!)

Real nigga before and with this record deal

Me and gucci mane bitch we hard to kill.

[Chorus:]

I'm a walking lick,

I'm a talking brick talking shit

Walking lick,

I'm a talking brick talking shit

I'm a walking lick,

I'm a talking brick talking shit

Walking lick,

I'm a talking brick talking shit

I'm a walking lick,

I'm a talking brick talking shit

Walking lick,

I'm a talking brick talking shit

I'm a walking lick,

I'm a talking brick talking shit

Walking lick,

I'm a talking brick talking shit.