CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : No License (Wit Da Stick)
Ayy (Ayy)
Ayy, you know what the f**k goin' on (f**k goin' with these n***as, man?)
All that 4 Vegas gang, gang sh*t
BannUp', n***a, put yo' bands up (Bands up, b*t*h, North Carolina)
Ayy, [?] with the stick (With the stick)
Ayy, [?] throw the four, I need a lick (I need a lick)
Damn, I just hit the blow, was countin' [?] (Jugg, jugg)
Call up [?], bro, what's up, smokin' [?] (sh*t really easy in here, yeah, we don't drive)
Smokin' a Backwoods with yo' b*t*h (Thot, thot)
Glizzy gang, red beam came with that d**k (Boo-boo-boo)
Thirty shots in this clip, no, I won't miss (I won't miss)
Spilled the lean all on my BAPE, all on my kicks (Damn, damn, trap talk)
Ayy, [?] they be switchin' (They be switchin')
Writin' statements on they man, they be snitches (They just did it)
Baby mommas on my d**k, they want my children (Thot, thot)
Real hundred, blue strips, my pockets Crippin'
Ayy, ayy, ayy, catch me throwin' fours in yo' city (Throwin' fours)
Takin' gang, my next Gucci gritty (Gang, gang)
Ayy, n***as sleepin' on me, they gon' feel me (They gon' feel me)
If you shootin', when you see me, better kill me, lil' b*t*h (Grrat, grrat)
Ayy, b*t*h, I feel like $wagg, I can't keep my pants up
Little [?] just wanna f**k me 'cause I got my bands up
I'm a shooter, f**k a fighter, I don't put my hands up
So if we beefin', when I see you, better hope it jam one (Doo-doo-doo)
I be boolin' with some Bloods, I be coolin' with some Crips
Shorty say she wanna f**k me (What? Huh?), told her, "I just want the lip"
Started feelin' on my leg, she said, "n***a, that's yo' d**k" (No, no, no)
Told her, "I don't trust a soul, nah, b*t*h, that's my clip" (Ayy)
Ayy, f**k on yo' b*t*h, now I chase me the bag
n***as smoke midget, they smokin' on gas
Ran up a check, made 'em more mad
Lil' b*t*h look thick and she got hella ass
n***as be hatin', gettin' no money
f**k on that b*t*h and put d**k in her tummy
Screamin' she love me, sayin' she want me
Can't fall for no b*t*h, do I look like a dummy?
Ayy, you know what the f**k goin' on (f**k goin' with these n***as, man?)
All that 4 Vegas gang, gang sh*t
BannUp', n***a, put yo' bands up (Bands up, b*t*h, North Carolina)
Ayy, [?] with the stick (With the stick)
Ayy, [?] throw the four, I need a lick (I need a lick)
Damn, I just hit the blow, was countin' [?] (Jugg, jugg)
Call up [?], bro, what's up, smokin' [?] (sh*t really easy in here, yeah, we don't drive)
Smokin' a Backwoods with yo' b*t*h (Thot, thot)
Glizzy gang, red beam came with that d**k (Boo-boo-boo)
Thirty shots in this clip, no, I won't miss (I won't miss)
Spilled the lean all on my BAPE, all on my kicks (Damn, damn, trap talk)
Ayy, [?] they be switchin' (They be switchin')
Writin' statements on they man, they be snitches (They just did it)
Baby mommas on my d**k, they want my children (Thot, thot)
Real hundred, blue strips, my pockets Crippin'
Ayy, ayy, ayy, catch me throwin' fours in yo' city (Throwin' fours)
Takin' gang, my next Gucci gritty (Gang, gang)
Ayy, n***as sleepin' on me, they gon' feel me (They gon' feel me)
If you shootin', when you see me, better kill me, lil' b*t*h (Grrat, grrat)
Ayy, b*t*h, I feel like $wagg, I can't keep my pants up
Little [?] just wanna f**k me 'cause I got my bands up
I'm a shooter, f**k a fighter, I don't put my hands up
So if we beefin', when I see you, better hope it jam one (Doo-doo-doo)
I be boolin' with some Bloods, I be coolin' with some Crips
Shorty say she wanna f**k me (What? Huh?), told her, "I just want the lip"
Started feelin' on my leg, she said, "n***a, that's yo' d**k" (No, no, no)
Told her, "I don't trust a soul, nah, b*t*h, that's my clip" (Ayy)
Ayy, f**k on yo' b*t*h, now I chase me the bag
n***as smoke midget, they smokin' on gas
Ran up a check, made 'em more mad
Lil' b*t*h look thick and she got hella ass
n***as be hatin', gettin' no money
f**k on that b*t*h and put d**k in her tummy
Screamin' she love me, sayin' she want me
Can't fall for no b*t*h, do I look like a dummy?
