Walking lick

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 nigga You know this Holiday season Trap back baby The streets is hungry Let’s go I let it grind in my ride Them G’s is out of side but I’m cooling it Top on up but I’m losing it Mike going with a foreign chick Would’ve taken off with a cooling key Had a black ging with wings on him Gucci shoes and no shoes strings So everywhere mean two things So the white girl is my boo thing Cause all come in due time I’m gonna drop head at the blue fline And I don’t wanna see no loot fishes Cause I don’t want to line no new names I go to sleep in foreign places When wake up count big faces Stuff cash in suitcases Fill the cases I’m two faces I’m a walking lick I’ma a talk in brit talking shit Walking lick I’ma talk in brit talking shit Walking lick I’ma talk in brit talking shit Walking lick I’ma talk in brit talking shit Walking lick I’ma talk in brit talking shit Walking lick I’ma talk in brit talking shit Walking lick I’ma talk in brit talking shit Millionaire with true zone 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 no gloves on So the jocks can get that grub on I’m a OG with a couple of numbers Don’t cover the air with white leather Gon assist your eight come by a run No telephone, I’m put together Look I saw the pimp and no Cinderella Stu the cheese they’re mozzarella Bust’em open, put them back together They sell it to you I have a share I’m a walking lick I’ma a talk in brit talking shit Walking lick I’ma talk in brit talking shit Walking lick I’ma talk in brit talking shit Walking lick I’ma talk in brit talking shit Walking lick I’ma talk in brit talking shit Walking lick I’ma talk in brit talking shit Walking lick I’ma talk in brit talking shit I heat the place hang on my head I’m a walking lick Nigga come and try You gon end up dead bitch Butsing it uh huh you’re road kill My nigga they so for real Twenty minutes for a hunt I don’t need no house on the hill Spank Reason for my tent Your mama better ride some wheel She gon get under my youngest part bout two pills Real nigga before and with this record deal Million Gucci Mane bitch we hard to kill I’m a walking lick I’ma a talk in brit talking shit Walking lick I’ma talk in brit talking shit Walking lick I’ma talk in brit talking shit Walking lick I’ma talk in brit talking shit Walking lick I’ma talk in brit talking shit Walking lick I’ma talk in brit talking shit Walking lick I’ma talk in brit talking shit.