Lookin' too fly walkin' to the bar
n***as wanna stop, askin' who I are
Hands on my waist tryna find out
If I'm gonna flip off of one drink and can he get down
I'm a rock hip-hop pop star
Can't check out the door in a fast car
Never run from nothin' when I come thru
Roll with the realest that can take out your whole crew
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**!
I can make a whole song talk sh**!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**!
I can make a whole song talk sh**!
I don't like to dance to a slow song
You too close and I can't get my groove on
Drop a beat and let a girl feel somethin'
I'm so gutter, watch me two-step to somethin'
Tippy-toes tip and make a mean walk
I ain't tryna listen to your big talk
High off my drink for the third time
Boy, come and get it
Watch me make these n***as fall in line
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**!
I can make a whole song talk sh**!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**!
I can make a whole song talk sh**!
'Bout to head to the hills 'fore I pa** out
Get my coat from the check 'fore I spaz out
Pull my whip to the front and I jump in
Catch a look comin' from the n***as in the black Benz
Red light and now they tryna hop in
(Remember when I was in school, I was your boyfriend)
Got the tint so we never entertain those
Hungry-a** groupies on the phone like they got hoes
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**!
I can make a whole song talk sh**!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**!
I can make a whole song talk sh**!
Now I'm feelin' m'm, m'm good
Eyes filled up with the bloodshots
Look like a lay-up with the legs out
Now he's tryna get a lick but I'm all gone
Keep, keep talkin'
Keep, keep talkin'
Keep, keep talkin'
Keep, keep talkin'
Who's this man who's not star?
Yet you wondering who I are
On track with rock hip-hop star, the pop star
Who the man behind hot bars?
Smoke, I'm soon to be popular
Now, where he from?
Is it my city, your city?
All you need to know, I come from a dope city
Never shoot the boys, still keep the dope Bentley
Text to the cush with a chase of the Henny
And when I'm lookin' for a freak, really picky-picky
And if it smell icky, tell her pull up her Vickie's
But if it smell alright, I might do the licky-licky
Let you s** on my neck but, please, no hickie-hickies
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**!
I can make a whole song talk sh**!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**!
(Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww sh**!
I can make a whole song talk sh**!