Lick Back Remix - Est Gee, Future, Young Thug

Throw the hood up and then we skrrt off

Slidin' in that Trackhawk, all my jewelry on, my shirt off

Turn her phone on DND, on silent, all alerts off

It’s a fast car, but I’m movin' slow, I like my syrup raw

Every nigga 'round me shoot that yeek and get they merch off

I don’t bark, I bite, I got more paper than your big dawg

Wanna change your life?

My best advice a brick of fentanyl

This bitch type is wife, I might just let the condom slip off

Ain’t too many like me, ninety-nine percent of 'em rip-offs

On point even at her spot, I never take my kicks off

Ask my opps how it feel to wake up daily and get shit on

You get in your feelings and make diss songs

I make at your people’s house, outside shootin' that blick songs

And I’m still good on every block I used to knock P’s on

Boss, I get you chalked, my name ain’t something that you should speak on

Pulled out twenty somethin' just to let Johnny put my teeth on

My money ten feet tall, but I ain’t something you should shoot at

Kill somethin', you wan' lock in with us, I thought you knew that

My plug drove the load in on a truck, next day, he flew back

I talk so much shit, I need a Tic-Tac

I got five thousand for you, help me set this wolf trap

Started a new strain smokin' your man, this here a wolf pack

Up on the score, but we still active like we on get-back

Only thing gon' take that pain away is if you get racks

Forever get my lick back

Pluto

Suckin' this bitch titty like I’m tryna get some syrup out it

Opps shot at me ten years ago, niggas still gettin' murked 'bout it

I put on so many white diamonds, made a snow bunny get cockeyed

Slime that bitch out to my crew, ho got crossed out

I bet you I piss out codeine, bitch gon' kiss it, it’s a blessing

Bustdown on my freak because she suck it excellent

Certified stepper, bust your head and pull a hamstring

Cocaine so pure, sellin' re-up on an airplane

Murder red diamond on my pinky ring (On my pinky ring)

Sixty-six murders on my tennis chain (Sixty-six murders, nigga)

Back and forth, yeah, I’m playing tennis games (I'm playin' tennis games)

Racks, I’m out the credit game (In and out the credit game)

(King Pluto, yeah)

I got more millions than followers, nigga, I’m a big dog

I dropped few dollars on Cuban links, real fentanyl

I got my main bitch watered down like a fish bowl

Bitch just went to suckin', I couldn’t even get the TEC out (What you tell her?)

I just went to bustin', he couldn’t even get the vest out (What you said?)

I just got so mad, I went did a drill in my Redeye (What you said?)

Showed the bitch the Honda, she ain’t ever seen a deadeye (Yeah)

All these diamond chains, that bitch thought I had my shirt on (Pluto)

At the laundromat washin' the money, getting the dog off (Washin' off the dog)

All this food, turn the weed spot into a doghouse (Rrr)

Might just fuck a famous bitch in the bathroom at Walmart (King Pluto)

I done hit so many niggas' wives, I need a ballpark

Before I marry this bitch, rather give a mil' to my mother (One hundred)

Took her off the jet, now her addy on my father

I’ve been dodgin' all these nasty hoes like a Charger

Yeah, so much pape', I bribed fate to hold my karma

My cause worldwide, if I die, I’m a martyr

He snake me, ain’t faze me, my lick back harder

I’m sittin', washin' my hands, dirty streets scarred us

Making this money, remain flawless, I promise

I’m no star, I’m much more, I’m enormous

Every time they try to slide, I swear to God we spinned back

Forever gettin' my lick back, yeah