Aww shit!
Catch a look comin' from the niggas in the black Benz
Got the tint so we never entertain those
Aww shit!
Aww shit!
Is it my city, your city?
Eyes filled up with the bloodshots
Now, where he from?
Let you suck on my neck but, please, no hicky-hickies
Aww shit!
Keep, keep talkin'
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Smoke, I'm soon to be popular
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
I can make a whole song talk shit!
Aww shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
I can make a whole song talk shit!
(Remember when I was in school, I was your boyfriend?)
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
I don't like to dance to a slow song
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Drop a beat and let a girl feel somethin'
Watch me make these niggas fall in line
Keep, keep talkin'
‘Bout to head to the hills ‘fore I pass out
On track with rock hip-hop star, the pop star
Aww shit!
Keep, keep talkin'
Red light and now they tryna hop in
Aww shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
All you need to know, I come from a dope city
Aww shit!
Aww shit!
And can he get down
Aww shit!
Aww shit!
But if it smell alright, I might do the licky-licky
Aww shit!
Yet you wondering who I are
Aww shit!
I can make a whole song talk shit!
Aww shit!
I can make a whole song talk shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Now he's tryna get a lick but I'm all gone
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Boy, come and get it
Pull my whip to the front and I jump in
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
High off my drink for the third time
I can make a whole song talk shit!
I can make a whole song talk shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
You check out the doe and the fast car
Aww shit!
Aww shit!
If I'm gonna flip off of one drink
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
And when I'm lookin' for a freak, really picky-picky
I'm a rock hip-hop pop star
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Who the man behind hot bars?
Look like a lay-up with the lights out
Tippy-toes tip and make a mean walk
Aww shit!
Taste to the kush with a chase of the Henny
Aww shit!
I ain't tryna listen to your big talk
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Who's this man who's not star?
I can make a whole song talk shit!
You're too close and I can't get my groove on
Never shoot the boys, still keep the dope Bentley
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
Get my coat from the check ‘fore I spaz out
Keep, keep talkin'
Aww shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Never run from nothin' when I come through
And if it smell icky, tell her pull up her Vickie's
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Hungry-ass groupies on the phone like they got hoes
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Now I'm feelin' mmm, mmm good
Hands on my waist tryna find out
I'm so gutter, watch my two-step do somethin'
Aww shit!
Roll with the realest that can take out your whole crew
