Lickwood means "rewind", gunshot means "forward" You requested it so we rewind Omelly what's up Small side one-eight Bh we straight North side Burks what up Philly!
I got enemies got a lot of enemies I don't really fuck with these niggas in the industry Know a couple niggas from the hood want to finish me And put me on a t-shirt Rip and memory So I'm riding around with a drum and a Glock On the gram niggas said I couldn't come to my block So I came through that bitch me myself in a drop
Niggas know they touch me bllrr something get dropped Man I don't bang with these suckers I don't play with no hoes I do the walk through for 60 and get like 80 a show And I don't got out no single I thinking maybe they know Meek Milly realest to do it and I can play at the floor ya heard
I got enemies got a lot of enemies We fucking to Dej Loaf me you and some Hennessy She gon' suck me off 'til she drain me of my energy Flexing, it be fucking with these niggas mentally Is Instagram hurting your heart nigga Vs stones on me still work in the dark nigga Hundred and six shots pull up and park niggas Jump in the big drop button to start nigga Murder was the case that they gave us spanked it Real niggas back in style they should thank us All these rap ass niggas really wanksters
Real recognize the real you a stranger Hoes sell their souls for some baller alert Niggas and they fake jewels need a frauding alert Put me on watch buster tell 'em all what its worth Bet they say couple milli Audemar with the works New roll bust down call that Big Meech Every time I drop shit hot fish grease Every time you drop it is not that heat Called your album seven days boy that shit weak
Motivating the hood still hot in the burbs Still getting this money they think we got them birds Every time I spit that's a thousand a word Spoke it right to the system they say its power in words Nigga we chosen we was chosen Me Omelly had them hoes in now its Rollses Back to back screaming told ya niggas owed us And they said they would expose us never showed us Fuck them niggas though
I got enemies got a lot of enemies They was just cooling with me hating call them frienemies I ain't really tripping we got arms like a centipede Cause if I lose my cool I could turn them into memories I'm gone I said I'm gone Be the same niggas hating on the Chasers man we ain't put them on Fuck them niggas though