[Chorus]

Young niggas hittin' licks (Licks)

Just tryna see the bigger pic

Now it's really this (Really this)

Even if you flip bricks, I got bigger bits

By thirteen, I didn't give a shit (Shit)

My dad still tryna give me licks

'Til I got my flicks and flicked it on him, like, "Here, this what it finishes"

Got burners, bitches, bricks, bodies, and business (All five)

Yeah, I got tired of that clown shit, took a break from the rap (Rap)

Been away from the trap (Trap)

Still let it lay by the tap (Tap)

Send it to my close friends like I'm makin' a Snap (Makin' a Snap)

[Verse 1]

We can fuck, just keep it quiet

I see 'em buy it, don't need to try (Stop tryin')

Twenty thousand pound, can't even hide it, my Amiris need a diet (They do)

My t-teachers was so shit in school, swear they wouldn't even try it

But I bet my daughter's school so private, I can't even find it

And I don't shop in Harrods no more, I do private buyin'

And them boys are flyin' to Ibiza, we do private islands (Islands)

Hustle streets, in fact, my guys are slidin', ridin', ridin'

But them boys are hidin', tryna find them, they're like Private Ryan

You ever shared a bed with your little bro? That's top and tell

He's fartin' every night, m-man, I can't lie, it proper smells

I'm thinkin' to myself that I'd have more space if I was locked in jail

That's when I got my scales, hit the road and started shottin' cells

[Chorus]

Young niggas hittin' licks (Licks)

Just tryna see the bigger pic

Now it's really this (Really this)

Even if you flip bricks, I got bigger bits

By thirteen, I didn't give a shit (Shit)

My dad still tryna give me licks

'Til I got my flicks and flicked it on him, like, "Here, this what it finishes"

Got burners, bitches, bricks, bodies, and business (All five)

Yeah, I got tired of that clown shit, took a break from the rap (Rap)

Been away from the trap (Trap)

Still let it lay by the tap (Tap)

Send it to my close friends like I'm makin' a Snap (Makin' a Snap)

[Verse 2]

I drop work on the workers

I buy flame for the throwers (Throwers)

The new .44's chrome, so I named it, "Rimowa"

Just like the suitcases, now I'm tryna beat cases

Now I'm a businessman, might swap my duffle bags for briefcases

The seats came in, wine strawberry like a cheesecake (Cheesecake)

That's for everyone who deserted me and hurted me

You boys ain''t never heard the sound of a fours when it's clappin'

But that shit don't sound like a round of applause, I ain't cappin' (Nope)

Walk in clubs with my gang and get surrounded by whores (Whores)

It's like they sense me in this water, now I'm surrounded by jaws

But this is no movie, real life, no sharks, bad bitches that will bite

Real ice, fuck what they feel like (Fuck what they feel)

[Chorus]

Young niggas hittin' licks (Licks)

Just tryna see the bigger pic

Now it's really this (Really this)

Even if you flip bricks, I got bigger bits

By thirteen, I didn't give a shit (Shit)

My dad still tryna give me licks

'Til I got my flicks and flicked it on him, like, "Here, this what it finishes"

Got burners, bitches, bricks, bodies, and business (All five)

Yeah, I got tired of that clown shit, took a break from the rap (Rap)

Been away from the trap (Trap)

Still let it lay by the tap (Tap)

Send it to my close friends like I'm makin' a Snap (Makin' a Snap)