CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Lets Go Hit a Lick
(AlFilmedIt)
Yeah STL Been acting the same way since potty trained
Don’t bro me if you don’t know me
b*t*h I’m from the show me still got 3 bad b*t*hes tryna blow me
I see y’all n***as tryna steal my flow that’s a no no
Don’t make me have to pull up to your show tho
And make that 40 go go
Real sh*t southside forever
What’d you say Prophet
Throw that sh*t on
Yuh yuh aye b*t*h b*t*h b*t*h Yuh
602
([602] Prophet)
Rob a b*t*h for his Jesus piece
Got him screaming out geez Louise
Stop him out leave my sneakers creased
You ain’t trapping you just flipped some g’s little homies pushing quarter p’s
Big homie out moving keys
If thеre’s an issue you gone Rеst In Peace
So don’t push my buttons you’ll be deceased
Never lied I ain’t deceitful
Dark thoughts I know I’m evil
Beat his ass if he touch my people
Royalty you can tell I’m regal
Smoking gas you know that’s diesel
Heard your songs and that sh*t fecal
Everyone wanna be gang gang till it’s game time and they house get sprayed
Everyone wanna be tough but get killed cuz they Times up
Don’t dap me up if you two face
Titty boi like I’m 2chainz
Where I’m from they all push Caine
Coke dealers in a Bruce Wayne
Where I’m from get it 2 ways
Sell drugs or you sell guns
Either way you finna be a plug
Southside we was raised by thugs
Grandma always pray for us
Tell the truth that ain’t saying much
Fueled by hate cuz the streets showed love (4x)
(K Loyal)
Aye Aye I said b*t*h where you at
Don’t make me f**king run up you get splats
We got guns we got clipse we got straps
I go dumb off the sh*ts fully Mac’d
I said b*t*h where you at
Don’t make me f**king run up you get splats
We got guns we got clipse we got straps
I go dumb off the sh*ts fully Mac’d
(Vendetta)
I could hit a lick to this I might hit a lick to this
Competing with vendetta he get p*ssed just like a activist
Stepping to vendetta he gets pressed just like a pencil tip
Yuh that boy got it twisted like a pretzel is
f**kboi tell em shut the f**k up okay huh
Run boi run for the hills like it’s a race
And Hills might have eyes
But I got eyes that see through
Better uh
You might see a rapper
I see opps and north side detta
On my kill sh*t
That boy he on fentanyl pill sh*t
Fake drip
He be sipping fake
Drop that field sh*t
Karo in his cup so he might hit the plug back real quick
Couldn’t give a f**k so why the f**k would I give 2 sh*ts
Zip Top I got all this purple where my pimp walk
Pimp cane pimp slap a hoe if she act disgusting
Aye Run it up run up out my house if you want f**kery
Mic is On my armory make you look like a mockery
Aye Aye I said b*t*h where you at
Don’t make me f**king run up you get splats
We got guns we got clipse we got straps
I go dumb off the sh*ts fully Mac’d
I said b*t*h where you at
Don’t make me f**king run up you get splats
We got guns we got clipse we got straps
I go dumb off the sh*ts fully Mac’d
Yeah STL Been acting the same way since potty trained
Don’t bro me if you don’t know me
b*t*h I’m from the show me still got 3 bad b*t*hes tryna blow me
I see y’all n***as tryna steal my flow that’s a no no
Don’t make me have to pull up to your show tho
And make that 40 go go
Real sh*t southside forever
What’d you say Prophet
Throw that sh*t on
Yuh yuh aye b*t*h b*t*h b*t*h Yuh
602
([602] Prophet)
Rob a b*t*h for his Jesus piece
Got him screaming out geez Louise
Stop him out leave my sneakers creased
You ain’t trapping you just flipped some g’s little homies pushing quarter p’s
Big homie out moving keys
If thеre’s an issue you gone Rеst In Peace
So don’t push my buttons you’ll be deceased
Never lied I ain’t deceitful
Dark thoughts I know I’m evil
Beat his ass if he touch my people
Royalty you can tell I’m regal
Smoking gas you know that’s diesel
Heard your songs and that sh*t fecal
Everyone wanna be gang gang till it’s game time and they house get sprayed
Everyone wanna be tough but get killed cuz they Times up
Don’t dap me up if you two face
Titty boi like I’m 2chainz
Where I’m from they all push Caine
Coke dealers in a Bruce Wayne
Where I’m from get it 2 ways
Sell drugs or you sell guns
Either way you finna be a plug
Southside we was raised by thugs
Grandma always pray for us
Tell the truth that ain’t saying much
Fueled by hate cuz the streets showed love (4x)
(K Loyal)
Aye Aye I said b*t*h where you at
Don’t make me f**king run up you get splats
We got guns we got clipse we got straps
I go dumb off the sh*ts fully Mac’d
I said b*t*h where you at
Don’t make me f**king run up you get splats
We got guns we got clipse we got straps
I go dumb off the sh*ts fully Mac’d
(Vendetta)
I could hit a lick to this I might hit a lick to this
Competing with vendetta he get p*ssed just like a activist
Stepping to vendetta he gets pressed just like a pencil tip
Yuh that boy got it twisted like a pretzel is
f**kboi tell em shut the f**k up okay huh
Run boi run for the hills like it’s a race
And Hills might have eyes
But I got eyes that see through
Better uh
You might see a rapper
I see opps and north side detta
On my kill sh*t
That boy he on fentanyl pill sh*t
Fake drip
He be sipping fake
Drop that field sh*t
Karo in his cup so he might hit the plug back real quick
Couldn’t give a f**k so why the f**k would I give 2 sh*ts
Zip Top I got all this purple where my pimp walk
Pimp cane pimp slap a hoe if she act disgusting
Aye Run it up run up out my house if you want f**kery
Mic is On my armory make you look like a mockery
Aye Aye I said b*t*h where you at
Don’t make me f**king run up you get splats
We got guns we got clipse we got straps
I go dumb off the sh*ts fully Mac’d
I said b*t*h where you at
Don’t make me f**king run up you get splats
We got guns we got clipse we got straps
I go dumb off the sh*ts fully Mac’d
