Walking Lick (Produced by Mike Will) - Gucci Mane
Quiet
No man I can't be quiet
Sh*t every time I talk that's brig fair
Holiday season b**ch
Holiday
See that's twenty eight five right there ha ha
Yo Gucci
I know you looking like about ten burns
We walk in the club nigger
You know this
Holiday season
Trap back baby
The streets is hungry
Let's go
Eighty grand in my Robin jeans
It's hot outside but I'm cooling it
Top on now but I'm losing it
Mind gone with a foreign chick
With a Tech-nine with a cooling kit
Had the black jeans with wings on them
Gucci shoes no shoes strings
Say every word mean two things
So the white girl is my boo thing
Cause all come in due time
I'm in a drop head at the blue flan
And I don't wanna see no new faces
Cause I don't like to learn no new names
I goto sleep in foreign places
Wake up count big faces
Stuff cash in suitcases
Pillow cases I'm two faced
I'm a walking lick
I'm a talking brick talking sh*t
Walking lick
I'm a talking brick talking sh*t
I'm a walking lick
I'm a talking brick talking sh*t
Walking lick
I'm a talking brick talking sh*t
I'm a walking lick
I'm a talking brick talking sh*t
Walking lick
I'm a talking brick talking sh*t
I'm a walking lick
I'm a talking brick talking sh*t
Walking lick
I'm a talking brick talking sh*t
Millionaire with truth on
I'm a stash house with shoes on
Put a million dollars in my new home
And a quarter million in my trap house
Put a half of million in your bank account
You can serve d**e in my zone
Cooking to work with them gloves on
So the jocks can get that grub on
I'm a OG with a capital letters
On capital add with white letters
In a sixty night camaro no top on
I'm put together I got salt and pepper
No spinderella stupid cheese
That's Mozzarella bost them open
Put them back together
Then sell it to you ahead of schedule
I'm a walking lick
I'm a talking brick talking sh*t
Walking lick
I'm a talking brick talking sh*t
I'm a walking lick
I'm a talking brick talking sh*t
Walking lick
I'm a talking brick talking sh*t
I'm a walking lick
I'm a talking brick talking sh*t
Walking lick
I'm a talking brick talking sh*t
I'm a walking lick
I'm a talking brick talking sh*t
Walking lick
I'm a talking brick talking sh*t
I heard the price tag on my head
I'm a walking lick
Ni**a come and try
You gone end up dead b**ch
(Uh huh) yeah road kill
My ni**a they so for real
Twenty minutes from my hood
I don't need no house on the hill
Reaching for my tech
Your mama better write your will
Sh*t gone get ugly my youngest pop about two pills
Real ni**a before and with this record deal
Me and Gucci Mane b**ch we hard to kill
I'm a walking lick
I'm a talking brick talking sh*t
Walking lick
I'm a talking brick talking sh*t
I'm a walking lick
I'm a talking brick talking sh*t
Walking lick
I'm a talking brick talking sh*t
I'm a walking lick
I'm a talking brick talking sh*t
Walking lick
I'm a talking brick talking sh*t
I'm a walking lick
I'm a talking brick talking sh*t
Walking lick
I'm a talking brick