Lick Back Freestyle song by Anti Da Menace from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Freestyle, Atlanta Rap, Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Lick Back Freestyle Meaning
| [[Intro] Vrr, vrr, vrr, vrr, gang [Verse] This how I know I’m rich as hell, I don’t know where my chain be at It’s how I know I leave shit dead as fuck, they don’t know where his brain be at, ayy, gang Where my metal at? Say gang, boy, fuck, double back That boy say it smoke, but makin’ posts, so we ain’t smellin’ that (Vrr) Hit his ass up with this torch, purge side, don’t come off porch Wicked west, that be the best, I pop his top and I go north Or I might go to the south, no, I’m not talkin’ ’bout big house Put him on the news, pronounce him dead, I gave that boy some clout (Vrr) Told my momma, “I’ma stepper ’til I die” If the folks revoke yo’ bond, you gon’ see a stepper cry Spin thе block like twenty times, damn, that lil’ boy smokin’ All y’all niggas stеady jokin’, step on shit like roly-poly Yeah, leave a nigga swole, I just know how to play my role I can stuff all my pockets, all my money in the floor In the grave since I was eight, I been gettin’ paid If he don’t buy no water, we might just snatch his bankroll, that’s on gang On that bullshit on the strip, like three of us got thirty clips Tired of him keep makin’ posts, tryin’ to get lil’ buddy flipped Got this Draco on me now, I swear, I run me a nigga down Leave him stank behind the trash can, that’s how that boy got found They ain’t shoot him [?], they keep sayin’ I gotta bounty It’s on gang, I’m on that bullshit, stop an opp right in the county (Come here) Mortal combat, swear to God that I’m gon’ finish you I’m too bold as hell, I probably never buy no bulletproof, uh In the car with that boy, Wicked, I say, “Gang, you see an opp and pop his top, you get a ticket,” yeah Leave that pussy missin’ Yeah, this Draco wood green In the car with bro, on God Bitch, we be on the same thing Told the DA, “Call me Murda Boy,” bitch, that’s my rap name I could have like thirty cubans, still I’ll take a nigga chain Huh, that’s how I was raised Excuse me if I’m bein’ mean, reaper all up in my dreams Casamigos got me turnt up, I don’t even drink no lean Leave his whole house burnt up, a scary movie scene I ain’t been asleep in three days, you would think I’m on the bean? “Shh, gang, I think them niggas coming through the clique I’ma try to hit some’ up, dead boy, don’t fuck with us” Thirty clip, I let it rip, bitch, I’m like Curry with my clip] |
