Liq & Licks

[Verse 1: GRIP]
Look, we was ridin' in the air
Pass around the liq', plottin' on a lick
Mama raised me better, never ever thought it'd come to this
No cents equals niggas with no sense
Fuck around and get your door kicked, while you posted at the gig
We rummagin' through your crib
Lookin' for the prized possessions
Better hide your necklace
Got a chip on my shoulder, the size of Texas
My life came crashin' down, and I'm surprised I survived the wreckage
Now I'm here to apply the methods of the wild and reckless
Young and restless
Brung them weapons, just in case
In and out that bitch without a trace
Take the ski mask and hide your face

[Chorus: GRIP]
I'm talking liquor and licks
Nigga, yeah that's it (Yeah that's it)
With the homies we schemin' (Schemin')
Tryna' come up quick
In old schools with my fools (Fools)
We gon' hit this patrol (Hit this patrol)
Might pull up to yo crib (Yo crib)
I hope nobody home (Nobody home)
Talking liquor and licks
Nigga, yeah that's it (Yeah that's it)
With the homies we schemin'
Tryna' come up quick
In old schools with my fools (Fools)
We gon' hit this patrol ('Trol)
Might pull up to your crib
I hope nobody home (Nobody home)

[Verse 2: GRIP]
Woke up early this morning
Dollar signs on my mind
Let me open my blinds
Wake and bake, rise and shine
Nigga pockets is sick (Pockets is sick)
Let me hit up my bros (Hit up my bros)
We gon' cop us some liq' (Cop us some liq')
We gon' kick us some dolls (Kick us some dolls)
Everything should go smooth
If we just stick to the code
If we pull this shit off
We gon' get us some goals
Might just hit up the mall
We gon' get us some clothes
We gon' shit on these niggas, and we gon' pick up some hoes
You know how that shit goes (You know how that shit goes)
Play the game like your s'pose (Play the game like your s'pose)
Stay ahead of my foes (Stay ahead of my foes)
And breaking bread with my woes (Breaking bread with my woes)
Ain't got the kinda time to be worried 'bout no bitch, oh, no
Need my chips rapido-rapido 'cause this chick slo-mo
Last time a nigga hit a lick we stole the pack (Stole the pack)
Broke it down and got that shit off in my culdesac (In my culdesac)
From them zips, half sevens's to them three-five's
Young niggas tryna' come up on the East Side

[Chorus: GRIP & YGTUT]
I'm talking liquor and licks
Nigga, yeah that's it (Yeah that's it)
With the homies we schemin' (Schemin')
Tryna' come up quick
In old schools with my fools (Fools)
We gon' hit this patrol (Hit this patrol)
Might pull up to yo crib (Yo crib)
I hope nobody home (Nobody home)
Talking liquor and licks
Nigga, yeah that's it (Yeah that's it)
With the homies we schemin'
Tryna' come up quick (Come up quick)
In old schools with my fools (Fools)
We gon' hit this patrol ('Trol)
Might pull up to your crib (Yeah)
I hope nobody home (Nobody home)

[Verse 3: YGTUT]
Uh, do what you need to do
So you can do what you wanna, baby
Bend the corners, better slingin' quarters back with the pack
Baby taken orders back with the sex, [?] with the [?]
Hangin' out with Mr. Cooper
It's a [?] real music, how you let a nigga make it out the [?]
Bad though, I don't need your bitch, a nigga been havin' hoes
Youngest bosses, I'm in my office, back to winner, we done took our losses
Tired of seein' niggas laid up in coffins, while we out here get paid rockin' nice ass watches
Drinkin' champagne, and you drink from the faucet
I'm drinkin' champagne and you drink from the faucet
Hotter than Rihanna in the middle of August
Nigga it's a hazard we don't hold no punches
We all gon' eat, fuck your free lunches, nigga
Back on the scene with a back pack full of that stick-icky green
I'm a stash that, if I gotta, gotta make the cheese
Holla at your boy, man I got what you need

[Chorus: GRIP]
I'm talking liquor and licks
Nigga, yeah that's it (Yeah that's it)
With the homies we schemin' (Schemin')
Tryna' come up quick
In old schools with my fools (Fools)
We gon' hit this patrol (Hit this patrol)
Might pull up to yo crib (Yo crib)
I hope nobody home (Nobody home)
Talking liquor and licks
Nigga, yeah that's it (Yeah that's it)
With the homies we schemin'
Tryna' come up quick (Come up quick)
In old schools with my fools
We gon' hit this patrol ('Trol)
Might pull up to your crib
I hope nobody home (Nobody home)