Artist: → Lique Javon
Hook
Every time we in the streets the bitties keep on flockin
T C takin off now we soaring like a rocket
Flew across the country wit these mollys in my pocket
Rollin thru Miami, yeah you know just how we rockin
Imma stick it stick it
Then she gon flick it flick it
Shawty bad, yeah she wicked wicked
You better run
Shit ain’t sweet nigga you know you ain’t the one
Verse
Stayin in a mansion
Outchea doin bad shit
Tellin all the thotties we ain’t fuckin less you ratchet
We just on that cash shit
Don’t look up in my bag bitch
Just turned 21 so now you thinkin you a savage
Took this lil shawty out for sushi and sake
Now she wanna come and ride me like a Kawasaki
Then she gonna come and eat it up like Kobayashi
She gave me that bomb so I call her Nagasaki
Now she think we lockin got her hands all in my pocket
She wanna see her name on ice but bitch I don’t play hockey
Thought I got her cause I’m a pretty nigga like Rocky
Guess that wasn’t the case maybe I’m just too cocky
Hook
But I’m still in the streets and the bitties keep on flockin
T C takin off now we soaring like a rocket
Flew across the country wit these mollys in my pocket
Rollin thru Miami, yeah you know just how we rockin
Imma stick it stick it
Then she gon flick it flick it
Shawty bad, yeah she wicked wicked
You better run
Shit ain’t sweet nigga you know you ain’t the one
Verse {Infinite Dreamz}
You know your boy Dreamz had to visit Lique in the studio
Pass that Molly man, it’s big sexy time man
I’m bout to get it in
We gon go off on this shit
Yeah
She gon lick lick lick lick lick lick lick lick
Lick up the mess
Left a stain and she mad cause it’s on her favorite dress
Could’ve left the first time
Fuck it
At least I guess
Stole a couple of her norcos and some percocets
She think I’m wildin I’m really dialed in
Countin cash, let em know
I’m a couple piles in, a couple thousand
Paid Michael for the alignment, know what the time is
The price is pocket molly cause I’m the highest
Hook
Every time we in the streets the bitties keep on flockin
T C takin off now we soaring like a rocket
Flew across the country wit these mollys in my pocket
Rollin thru Miami, yeah you know just how we rockin
Imma stick it stick it
Then she gon flick it flick it
Shawty bad, yeah she wicked wicked
You better run
Shit ain’t sweet nigga you know you ain’t the one