LICK x Drive You Crazy lyrics

Part 1: LICK

[Intro]
Yeah, uh

[Verse]
Look, bustin' out the lick and now I got it, b*tch, I'm re'd up
I will never run off on the plug they got me keyed up
Bankin', it's so many Franklins in my sh*t, you think a n*gga know Aretha
(Yeah, uh)
Bustin' out the lick and now I got it, b*tch, I'm re'd up

Part 2: Drive You Crazy

[Intro]
I'ma, I'ma go easy on you n*ggas
I'ma go easy

[Verse 1]
I'm lyin', really comin' for these n*ggas this time
It's a full-time job tryna keep 'em in line
Yeah the full court pressure, givin' n*ggas the stretcher
I could kill your whole team combined, who want pressure?
More than a n*gga that's ballin', I need a Espy
More than a Miami papi that's on a jetski
Ice on Wayne, whole chain on Gretzki
When I start winnin', don't you rap n*ggas text me
Grinnin' at the view of your corpses in a fortress
'Bout to make Forbes list, everythin' is gorgeous
Indoor B-ball courts lit where the floor sit
Still runnin' sh*t like faucets in an orphanage
Blog n*ggas gettin' they core clicks off of whore sh*t
Rap n*ggas all at they peak, I got the door slit
On star island, cigar smilin'
Drive a couple miles south hit the beach, b*tches start wildin'
I done came from the cop car sirens, block ball violence
Bunch of lil n*ggas stealing hot cars wildin'
Tops chopped off 'til the cops start wildin' and the cop cars find us
Must you remind us, wintertime climates
Slickest set of "set up" b*tches that try to line us
I have no infatuation with n*ggas
Only made the money c*m, I'm masturbatin' the digits
Matter fact I'm on tour inflatuatin' the figures
Used to be in low income, now see the show, income
sh*t would make you sick, meanin' of a gross income
I deserve every dollar here and then some
And I pray I never dress like y'all
Only bird on my shirt is when I press that raw
It's umbrellas on my sweater for b*tches thats under weather
Blowin' kisses at the cheddar when I test that jaw
I, never lose, never snooze, crackin' Crystal sippin
Yaught pimpin' on another cruise
Foreign model from another n*ggas pedestals
On the top, clock tickin' on you other dudes
Think I'm typin' in a site with all these W's
Only watchin out for dough and n*ggas busting moves
My drive crazy, I-80 in a Lamborghini screamin' "Rock-a-bye-baby"
Bad b*tch just touched down, she Tom Brady
Me I'm Tom Ford, there's more to the Concord
I been in the jungle, n*gga, broke and on my last
You was on the feet, n*gga, I was on my ass
You was in the sheets, n*gga, I was on the ave
You was in the class n*gga, I was on the dash
Hustlin' in corners, swearin' I was a goner
Welcome to the USA, I was a foreigner
Fame was a beautiful b*tch, so I joined her
Came now I'm lookin' for chips, get the coin up
I remained, all summer all fall
Still gettin' money when the wheels fall off
Real ass n*gga even when it's called off
Real ass n*gga even when it's called off, my n*gga