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