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