Listen to Hit A Lick (feat. NoCap) by Tink

Hit A Lick (feat. NoCap)

Tink

R&B/Soul

Lyrics

(Banger) (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) Hit a lick with you Get rich with you I'll lay somebody down all for you Flip a brick for you Tote a stick for you 'Cause I'm the realest bitch around I ain't fronting when I say I got your back, that's a fact I ain't playing 'bout you, that's just what it is and I'm on that (I would) flip a brick for you Send a hit for you 'Cause I'm the realest bitch around Got a bitch to hold you down and pick up all your problems Matching Rollies in our Rolls', we be doing shit for fun When it was smoke with such and such, we turned him to a strain Took some charges that you had, I had to charge it to the game I could not fuck up the brand no more Ten toes when I stand straight Why it always be my fault? I'm a real bitch, not man made Can't be touching and fucking to part ways This pussy will always be your safe space (Yeah) What I did for you, private jet out trip for two Off the coast, Pacific view Trick on me, I trick on you Street bitch, I don't give no fuck Hold your gun inside my clutch They don't want no smoke with us, no, no Hit a lick with you Get rich with you I'll lay somebody down all for you Flip a brick for you Tote a stick for you 'Cause I'm the realest bitch around I ain't fronting when I say I got your back, that's a fact I ain't playing 'bout you, that's just what it is and I'm on that (I would) flip a brick for you Send a hit for you 'Cause you the realest shit around I trust you, let you tote my gun, sometimes you roll up my weed Girl, I'm so fucked up 'bout this bond, I never wanna be free I went back to her, came back to you, I know you the one And every time I cause you hurt I end up buying sumn Put you in a Jag, put you in the Cat Wonder why your driveway turned into a zoo None of them hoes, they ain't in your league And none of her friends can fuck with your crew Whatever they make you spend it on hair Take you out of state, right back to the trap Ain't got the keys, we taking the train Talk to the lawyer, then we lay down the bank You know secrets I don't even tell my homies Not falling back from you, I'm with you through the summer Four gloves, two masks Four guns, two bags Move wrong, get hurt Put a bullet in a clerk, ah Hit a lick with you Get rich with you I'll lay somebody down all for you Flip a brick for you Tote a stick for you 'Cause I'm the realest bitch around I ain't fronting when I say I got your back, that's a fact I ain't playing 'bout you, that's just what it is and I'm on that (I would) flip a brick for you Send a hit for you 'Cause I'm the realest bitch around
Writer(s): Hitmaka, No Cap, Trinity Home Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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