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Lick
Hip-Hop/Rap
Lick was released on July 4, 2025 by Sleepy da hitman as a part of the album SEVEN
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AlbumSEVEN
Release DateJuly 4, 2025
LabelSleepy da hitman
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM82

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Edward Jerome Allen
Edward Jerome Allen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trench beats
Trench beats
Producer

Lyrics

Free Money
What's up, ****
It's that Money Gang, we don't fuck around
Scope him out, follow every move he make all through the town
We on his ass, we like four cars back, we can't get close to him
Catch him at the light, we hop out messed up like it's Halloween
It's that Money Gang, we don't fuck around
Scope him out, follow every move he make all through the town
We on his ass, we like four cars back, we can't get close to him
Catch him at the light, we hop out messed up like it's Halloween
Pop the whip, lean back to sleep, ****, this gon' take a minute
Just chill, cut that engine, tunk his swing, try and leave him tweakin
You got your mask, you got your mask, you got your mask
I got my mask, that **** fuckin' move
We gon' knock the meat up out his taco
Caught him lackin' off them thirties, get him dirty after like
Got my bitch up in it, what makes when you shoot you ain't right
****, we don't play fair, surrender to the plug, ****, before you die here
Matter fact, give me that, ****, open the trunk, thump his ass right here
Yeah, my bitch, she gripped the wheel and made a left on Claiborne
We in the backseat, battin' the fuck out him, if he don't give us the low on him
****, we gotta chill, they got 12 behind us, so we gotta play calm
****, pull off your mask, soon as they pass, bust a left on St. Bernard
The whip ain't stolen, but it's stolen, we got the owner with us
He ain't callin' the report on the whip, so you ain't gotta drive it like it's stolen
Hold up, chill, let him go, let him go, yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about
Yeah, okay, okay, payback is a motherfucker, ****, we want it all
****, get your bitch ass up and bring us to that location
Cause I ain't got time to waste, **** around me definitely ain't got patience
****, won't shoot you none, but I'm tryna save your life for that location
Okay, my bitch, she gettin' a little nervous, so you better say somethin
And if I get a little worried, I'ma spray somethin
And bitch, you bettin' I lie, cause your whole family gon' feel it
And I don't play fair, I'ma sit you in front while I kill him, bitch
Oh God, wear that blicky twin, cause we bout to make a move
I got this funny feelin, we gon' splash somethin, we gon' make the news
I did my look arounds, I don't see nothin' lookin' round
Yeah, you ready? You sure? Let's go
Kick that bitch down, goddamn, this bitch hard, ****, need another leg
I'm smokin, but I ain't scared, y'all hold him down, I'm goin' to the back where the safe at
And you bring your bitch ass with me too, cause I know you know where the dope at
And I know you know where the dope at, live you on, ****, so you get your head cracked
Man, what? It's that money game, we don't fuck around
Scope him out, follow every move he make all through the town
We on his ass, we like four cars back, we can't get close to him
Catch him at the light, we hop out masked up like it's Halloween
It's that money game, we don't fuck around
Scope him out, follow every move he make all through the town
We on his ass, we like four cars back, we can't get close to him
Catch him at the light, we hop out masked up like it's Halloween
Fill that bag up, feelin' brave, ****
Go and act up, get your head bust
I see that, you motherfucker, I ain't even trippin
I can feel somethin' goin' on cause I see your hand twitchin
That look up in your eye like you gon' kill somethin
Come and deal with him, bitch, get on your knees, don't look up
Before I squeeze somethin
I need y'all to wake up, now put that shit in the trunk, man, you hear me
Look, I'll be out in two minutes, give me a second, you hear me
Look up, bitch, boom, pow, boom, boom
Head shots, neck shots, body rock, rip him up in plastic
Flew him over the beach, threw him in the backyard under them sheets, yeah
Man, this shit messier than a motherfucker
Now brain fragments on my pistol, I should've batted him before I shot
Let's dump the whip, let's break it across the water
In that Katrina feel, burn that bitch down to the fifth wheel
This shit get tactical, money on my mind, I'm after you
These 7.62s nail a **** to the avenue
Man, what
What the rumor is, let's go clear the business
**** got my name up in his mouth like I won't stay on business
Treat that **** like a witness, tie him up and lick him down
Batter him up and stretch him out and fold him up and break him down
Ain't no bitches in my circle, ****, real ****
Everything's solid to the bone, when I say go, they come and get ya
Me findin' out that one of my **** ratted, that's a heartache
I'ma send a shot so big to your face, it gon' make your skull break
Man, what
It's that money game, we don't fuck around, scope him out
Follow every move he make all through the town
We on his ass, we like four cars back, we can't get close to him
Catch him after like we hop out, mask up like it's Halloween
It's that money game, we don't fuck around, scope him out
Follow every move he make all through the town
We on his ass, we like four cars back, we can't get close to him
Catch him after like we hop out, mask up like it's Halloween
It's that money game, we don't fuck around, scope him out
Follow every move he make all through the town
We on his ass, we like four cars back, we can't get close to him
Catch him after like we hop out, mask up like it's Halloween
Written by: Edward Jerome Allen
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