Sir Michael Rocks - Hit A Lick lyrics

[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks] Right off top with that splash With a bottle of Cris for that gla** Got a couple of racks in that stash That money be coming in so fast I copped the drop and I brag Two hundred and five on that dash But that don't mean I won't be creepin' I ain't answer the phone, she saw me tweetin' Hit me with a text and said we beefin' Send her one back and said you tweakin' Ain't about cash I'm not repeatin' I ain't playin' those games, I'm not competin' Said what you talkin' 'bout? Baby we just havin' fun Maybe this is how it's run, middle finger, add a one I throw the peace up, these G's up, we hit a lick I know the secrets, I know the n***as that I eat with We practice all of that G sh** T cracked the bottle that weed lit Let's celebrate, I'm looking for a reason to elevate [Hook] Let's hit a lick, let's hit it rich, my n***a, both kinds And I'm working round the clock, I'm always on time I'm a rider, so f** your clique I'm in a drug dealer whip but I ain't cut no bricks Let's get rich Let's hit a lick, let's hit a lick, let's hit a lick, let's hit a lick Let's hit a lick, let's hit a lick, let's hit a... That's my sh** Just hit a lick, just hit a lick, just hit a lick, just hit a lick We here to lick, let's hit a lick, let's hit a... That's my sh** [Verse 2: Tris J] Lobster fettuccini, side of fried zucchini Wash it down with Cris and top it all off with some greenery Ain't no one on ones, man I swear they got a team me (yea) Boy I got them packs flippin', moving like a slinky Met your girl Vicky, she nasty, she freaky Want a heavyweight, she tired of f**ing with a peewee Tris come through, have her screamin' Willie Beamen I dick her down like dick was going out of season Feelin hella bold so we ain't sneakin', e'ry weekend I'm resting in that p**y, gettin' some while I'm sleepin' I'm made of gold, get your metal up Recap my highlights, I'm twice nice, strong like a gla** of seven up My condolences to all competitors fool you way behind So tell me how you gonna get ahead of us It's Tris man, stretch it like a wrist band Sip the deuce from the styrofoam, become a kick stand [Hook] [Verse 3: Shorty K] I love money, I hate haters, I keep b**hes, I'm so player Just f** the hoes cause I don't date 'em, just beat it up like pacemakers Man, my pockets so racist, shout out to them white men I got a bad ho and she light skin with a brown friend that don't like men And they f**in' me, they s**in' me, they bust for me, they s*uts to me This bully boy, and they bust for me, for any n***a on that f**ery We cash jays, do bank fraud, couple n***as with that ba** hard Cook that sh** like Based God, then run that like A-Rod Range Roves, Porsche trucks, summer come, we change up To the S L then the C L, stack that up when we need bail Whatcha know about that? sh** ain't just rap Ridin' down 10 with the sh**s in the back Rap 'em up then you ship em back For the next day, have em in the trap Money don't sleep so a n***a don't nap Money talk for me so a n***a don't yap Everybody good cause we all got packs Hundred pounds in and it started with a sack Cash it out and never seen the lease Big stones in my Jesus piece Feature, I need three at least Toothpick Clique TPC [Hook]