[Intro]
Your brother dead, c'mon get your lick back
Get your lick back, come get your lick back
You wanna drive around 10 o'clock in the fucking morning you know we all on xannies, we all on xannies and Perc-30s
Come get your lick back, come get your lick back
C'mon get your lick back, c'mon
(Yo IV, doin' magic)
[Chorus: Day Ryer]
Should've ducked when they hopped out the V
Two opps got left on that street
Like, smokin' Mdotty, we mix it with P
Like, ah, lik,e ah
Sendin' shots if you think that I'm lackin'
Wildcard, pull up, start clappin'
Mentionin' Smelly, we left him in blackness
[Verse 1: Day Ryer]
Smokin' on dead niggas, got me fried (Dotty)
Dotty not alive (Princey)
Princey not alive
When I walk with my gun, I don't pray to Allah, dummy
Lala never slide
Eddy never slide
Doubles never slide and Preme lil' brother got filled with some fries, like (Dotty)
Ain't no telling me chill, .40 keep barkin', I won't let 'em heal
Bitch I'm like Brady when I'm in the field
Like, beam on his head, I'm practicin' my skill (Grrah)
[?] got wheel
Mentionin' Smelly so I'm tryna kill
Like, hop out the stoley, I won't get no—
Like, hop out the stoley, I won't get no deals, grrah
Like, M wit' the Dot got shot in his leg, nigga
Princey, nigga dead, like
Omi, nigga fled
Dotty, Notti, too many deads
[Verse 1: Eddy SB, Day Ryer]
Let me tell y'all what happened
He was rappin', now that boy a caption
They on the 'net, I don't see them reactin'
If it was us, you know how we start clappin'
Bro, I know it's tragic, way that he died, you know it was a classic, like
Shit, shit got me laughin'
I told 'em, "Never come out the crib lackin'", like
You better mean what you say in your posts
I can't see him, I think he went ghost
If it was me, I know he would've dissed, so (Like, ah)
Y'all know I'm doin' the most
M wit' the Dot, that's who I smoke, like
(Notti)
Nigga, don't pass me no float
(Princey, Omi)
He thought this shit was a joke, you jackin' them other guys, you better tote
(Like, ah, like, ah, like, ah)
Y'all niggas better take notes
Diss on the guys, you get smoked
Violence—, violence you know I promote
If you spin through the S, you get turned into—
Notti, Lotti, Dotty, that's some dead niggas in my spliff, like
JayTee, Omi, Krimz, Mdot, pussy niggas that got hit (83rd)
Drop my S, on bro, we make it lit
Had a couple niggas fallin' on they strip
I'm with Eddy, empty out the clip, you can catch a shot talkin' on the 'Rips
Catch a shot, leave a nigga hit
Backin' out this .40, watch a nigga dip
Got the beam, put it on his hip
Once I get to flockin', bet that nigga flip
[Chorus: Day Ryer]
Should've ducked when they hopped out the V
Two opps got left on that street
Like, smokin' Mdotty, we mix it with P
Like, ah, like, ah
Sendin' shots if you think that I'm lackin'
Wildcard, pull up, start clappin'
Mentionin' Smelly, we left him in blackness
[Outro: Day Ryer]
Mentionin' Smelly, we left him in blackness
Ain't no telling me chill
.40 keep barkin', I won't let them heal
Bitch, I'm like Brady when I'm in the field
Like, beam on his head, I'm practicin' my skill, grrah
Mentionin' Smelly, we left him in blackness
Ain't no telling me chill
.40 keep barkin', I won't let them heal
Bitch, I'm like Brady when I'm in the field
Like, beam on his head, I'm practicin' my skill
Grrah, grrah, grrah
(Yo IV, doin' magic)