I Hit These Licks For You Mama

[Chorus]
5 for the Xan
10 for the perk,b*tch I ain't rich till my mama don't work,bands in the app hoes getting on my nerves,hands in the trap all my n*ggas do is serve ,5 for the xan
10 for the perk,b*tch I ain't rich till my mama don't work,bands in the app hoes getting on my nerves,hands in the trap all my n*ggas do is serve
[Verse 1-Bass Santana]
I heard some n*ggas talking f*ck it they can be about it
I heard that they gon run up on me we'll see about it
I miss my momma like a b*tch I need to see the island
But I can't stand to look her in the face as unaccomplished
Im Making beats, couple bangers think I'm on to something
But n*ggas sleeping like they got class in the morning
I got the heat I got my hands on the choppa hands on the choppa,make a n*gga dance for the f*cking corner
And everybody hate my temper sh*t I hate it too
But when You put it on the internet they say it's cool
f*ck it I'm just trying to get a check I played a fool
See I'm just doing all the sh*t you n*ggas fraid to do
These n*ggas lazy put in work that's what they hate to do
You try to tell a n*gga better he start hating you
You need to focus on yourself im available being pus*y fatal just think bout it and say the truth

Wait
I massacre rappers
After that a tragic disaster
Have a chat with the pastor
Say a prayer then I close the chapter
I keep it no competition and thats the code to snapping
A lot of n*ggas fake I guess that's just the code of rapping
These lames more annoying like some light skin backwoods
A bunch of rein actors,I f*ck his b*tch then I treat him like a fetus after , he get aborted like the mission under heat in action
That's where you n*ggas lacking

[Chorus]
5 for the Xan
10 for the perk
b*tch I ain't rich till my mama don't work,bands in the app, hoes getting on my nerves
Hands in the trap all my n*ggas do is serve
5 for the Xan
10 for the perk
b*tch I ain't rich till my mama don't work,bands in the app, hoes getting on my nerves
Hands in the trap all my n*ggas do is wait
5 for the Xan
10 for the perk
b*tch I ain't rich till my mama don't work,bands in the app, hoes getting on my nerves
Hands in the trap all my n*ggas do is serve

[Verse 2: Yoshi Thompkins]
All you n*ggas rollin , all my n*ggas ride high
No one can pick you up if you are upside down
You ain't got no game stay yo ass out of bounds
Hard to stay a float ,walk the plank hope you drown
Imagine if I changed history ,I'm yo master now
Imagine if I didn't rap I'd have a masters now,1000 lil n*ggas wanna be the Yoshi now
I call them my flower children we shining like daffodils
My garden rich with the fertilizer so watch for snakes
Yo homie saying he's a f*cking Kane he a f*cking Corba
Now go plant a stash over there in the corner, I bet he'd take it
Don't wanna smoke with them, Ima face it he probably laced it
These n*ggas heartless, they start problems, I gotta face em
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Dont be Jamaican in the next life you'll probably make it
Don't swear to God just like my God that'll visit Jamaica
Is there gonna be a awkward moment in this conversation
We gonna keep it G coded,cracking combinations
What's in the safe I need it all unless yo hood ain't say
I trip on acid I say the sh*t I shouldn't say
With the rhyming,Ima Shining Son
Shining,natural is a common word when I was atomic
But I'm falling from the sky,Im a comet
Told my mama she ain't gotta worry boutta money cuz it's coming

[Chorus]
5 for the Xan
10 for the perk
b*tch I ain't rich till my mama don't work,bands in the air hoes getting on my nerves
Hands in the trap all my n*ggas do is serve
5 for the Xan
10 for the perk
b*tch I ain't rich till my mama don't work,bands in the air hoes getting on my nerves
Hands in the trap all my n*ggas do is wait
5 for the Xan
10 for the perk
b*tch I ain't rich till my mama don't work,bands in the air hoes getting on my nerves
Hands in the trap all my n*ggas do is serve