Waka Flocka Flame - Walking Lick lyrics

[Intro: DJ Holiday] Quiet? No I can't be quiet sh**, every time I talk that's Brick Fam. Holiday! That's 185 right there Yo Gucc! I know you got like 10 birds when we walk in the club n***a You know what it is - Trap Back baby! The streets is hungry [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] 80 grand in my Robin jeans It's hot outside, but I'm coolin it Top on down but I'm losing it Mind gone with a foreign chick With a Tech-9 with a cooling kit Got the black jeans with the wings on 'em Gucci shoes, no shoe-strings sh**, every word means two things So the white girl is my boo thang And I'll come in due time, in the drop head at the blue flame And I don't like to see no new faces Cause I don't like to learn no new names I go to sleep in foreign places Wake up, count big faces Stuff cash in suitcases, pillowcases.. I'm two faced! [Hook] x8 I'm a walking lick, I'm a talking brick, I'm talking sh** [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Millionaire with Trues on in 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 a mil in your bank account n***a, serve dope in my zone Cooking the work with no gloves on So the junkies can get they grub on I'm a OG with capital letters On Capital Ave. with white leathers In a 68 Camero, no top on, I'm put together I got salt and pepper, no Spindarella Stupid cheese, that's Mozerella Bust em open, put em back together Then sell them to you, ahead of schedule [Hook] x8 [Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame] I heard a price tag on my head! (Flocka!) I'm a walking lick! n***a, come and try, you gon end up dead b**h I'm out here roadk**, my n***as they so for real 20 minutes from my hood, I don't need no house on the hill! Reachin for my tech, your mama better write your will sh** gon' get ugly, my young'ns pop about two pills Where them n***as before and with this record deal Me and Gucci Mane, b**h, we hard to k**.. [Hook] x8