Lyrics: Freddie Gibbs/The Alchemist
Music: Freddie Gibbs/The Alchemist
[Intro]
Hit the weed, drink the drink up and toot the blow
Yeah, yeah
Tell a ho, run a, check, check, yeah
Meet your mom, check, check
Tell a ho, run a, check, check, yeah (Yeah, ho)
Tell a ho, run a, check, check, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Woke up and hit the dope, yeah
I done made it, the good Lord done gave me a whole 'nother twenty-four
I got two bitches in Malibu making a movie, this shit here the movie score
Hit the weed, drink the drink up and toot the blow
Tell me, is you a stud or is you a ho? (Woo, yeah, ho)
**** it, I love 'em both
Baby mama and mistress, nut in 'em both
Rock-a-bye baby bitches want child support
Rock that ice in her face, then I rock her boat
Let me post up at your place and chop the blow
Let me post up at your place and catch a Vic
Let you slide in this DM on freaky shit
[Pre-Chorus]
Now I wonder, if I ever crossed you or lost you
Would you ever set me up, wet me up?
Yeah, you a sneaky bitch
[Chorus]
How many licks, ho? Yeah
How many tricks, ho? Yeah
How many dicks, ho? Uh
[Verse 2]
Bitch, I don't wanna know
Girl, this ain't your first trip, you been 'round before
****ed some rich nigga, ****ed up the town before
Bitch, your heart was already broke, I picked it up off the floor
So I can't be responsible, this shit was optional (Yeah)
I was thinking 'bout taking it in and just keeping one bitch, but that shit was illogical (Yeah)
Once I get up, a nigga get lit up, I might hit your bitch up, I can't make no promise, ho
Man, these bitches got niggas investing, it don't make no sense and it don't make no dollars, ho
Once I get up, a nigga get lit up, I might **** a brick up, I can't make no promise, ho
[Chorus]
How many licks, ho? Yeah
How many tricks, ho? Yeah (Skrt-skrt)
How many bricks, ho? What?
Hand me my pistol
[Verse 3]
Don't forget, hit that light by the window
I'ma pull up when I see the signal
I take cold-blooded killers on kick doors
If you ain't come to shoot, what you slid for?
If you run off on me, then you tweaking, bitch
It gon' come back around, you can keep it, bitch
I done have bitches get on the Internet, try me like Zion, I'm still undefeated, bitch
You a ho, then you broke, then you tweaking, bitch
Sucking on the wrong dick, you ain't eating, bitch
[Pre-Chorus]
Now I wonder if I ever crossed you or lost you
Would you ever set me up, wet me up?
Yeah, you a sneaky bitch
[Chorus]
How many licks, ho? Yeah
How many tricks, ho? Yeah
I hit her friend, though, yeah
So many tears, ho
[Post-Chorus]
Girl, this ain't your first trip, you been 'round before
****ed some rich nigga, ****ed up the town before
Bitch, your heart was already broke, I picked it up off the floor
So I can't be responsible, this shit was optional (Yeah)
[Outro]
You an option, bitch
Baby, this shit was optional
Yeah
And you know I got options, ho, yeah