Like A Lick lyrics

[Chorus: Jose Guapo]
Them racks, them racks, them racks, them racks
That’s b*tch all on my di*k
Them racks, them racks, them racks, them racks
In this b*tch
I’ma take them racks, I’ma take them racks
And put on my wrist
Them racks, them racks, them racks, them racks
I be looking like a lick, n*gga
I look like a lick n*gga, yeah
I look like a lick n*gga, yeah
I look like a lick n*gga, yeah
I look like a lick

[Verse 1: Jose Guapo]
You ain’t gonna find no other n*gga like us berg
My life, my life so purped up bad
I got a big bad rollie, no one can follow up
But a chopper should have a n*gga don’t holl up
This squad, got racks, got hoes that’s bad
Got hoes with ass, my upper body got bands
I got 20 on it, and I ain’t worry bout sh*t
Cause I got shooters in zone 1
And I got shooters from zone 6
But I’m from the [?]hoe, know me
As we’re streaming freeze with it
What the f*ck you mean, what the f*ck you thought
And I got your b*tch all in the loft
Headed from the cash on that rollie thang
Designer all my versace frame
These n*ggas know they lame
But I ain’t even gonn say they name
[Chorus: Jose Guapo]
Them racks, them racks, them racks, them racks
That’s b*tch all on my di*k
Them racks, them racks, them racks, them racks
In this b*tch
I’ma take them racks, I’ma take them racks
And put on my wrist
Them racks, them racks, them racks, them racks
I be looking like a lick, n*gga
I look like a lick n*gga, yeah
I look like a lick n*gga, yeah
I look like a lick n*gga, yeah
I look like a lick

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
And I’m flexin on these f*ck n*ggas man
This sh*t is crazy
I just bought a new mercedes for my main lady
I got that gwap, gwap, it’s gucci and gwap, gwap, gwap
Lookin like a lick, smellin like a brick
Walking through saz but I smell like a field
And I know I got a gilt from a foot out the rim
Know I’m gonna hot cause I’m lookin like a split
And a brick, and a brick and a brick and a brick
And about 10 more them bricks
Politicians can’t scratch you b*tch
Millionaire with a ratchet b*tch
Pulled up in a double v6
Go, go, go, go, gadget b*tch
Doe jumping out the road, macho man savage b*tch
And I never had a stylist
Cause I can’t hang with no fagot b*tch
[Chorus: Jose Guapo]
Them racks, them racks, them racks, them racks
That’s b*tch all on my di*k
Them racks, them racks, them racks, them racks
In this b*tch
I’ma take them racks, I’ma take them racks
And put on my wrist
Them racks, them racks, them racks, them racks
I be looking like a lick, n*gga
I look like a lick n*gga, yeah
I look like a lick n*gga, yeah
I look like a lick n*gga, yeah
I look like a lick

[Verse 3: Young Scooter]
Work for jewelry in the hood shooting dice
Lookin like a lick cause I got on this real ice
I’m a walkin lick I’m takin orders on bricks
When you see that red white and blue, they my bricks
I just hit a lick and had to throw away my phone
Throw away pistols, we got throw away homes
Live a very long distance, I could get em to your home
I’ma push it to the limit, hunned million that’s my goal
I know how to handle business in the streets and on the stove Welcome to the mexico n*gga where everything goes
Racks on racks on racks on racks, everybody on gold
Traphouse never fold, bricks on white, bricks on gold
[Chorus: Jose Guapo]
Them racks, them racks, them racks, them racks
That’s b*tch all on my di*k
Them racks, them racks, them racks, them racks
In this b*tch
I’ma take them racks, I’ma take them racks
And put on my wrist
Them racks, them racks, them racks, them racks
I be looking like a lick, n*gga
I look like a lick n*gga, yeah
I look like a lick n*gga, yeah
I look like a lick n*gga, yeah
I look like a lick