If it feels good, lick it two times And if this tune bangs, bust it two times It's getting late It's going down Everybody knows that I'm coming 'round Jamaican sound All my niggas down Bun'in in the place, bodies in the crowd And we smoke it loud 'cause we been around Everybody knows that I've been around In the same place with the same crowd Girl hang around, I'm a shotta (Love me bruv, please bruv, serious) The nigga's gonna cry 'cause he lost her Nigga's gonna frown 'cause he lost her Maybe 'cause he knows that he flopped her 'Cause all you niggas think that I flopped her If it feels good, lick it two times And if she's really hood, link her two times No more brothers up in the place There should be brothers up in this place Roll a tree for my G's in the back Bu'n a spliff with the sis in the black (Where she at) So if it feels good, lick it two times And if she's really hood, link her two times If you just got tuned in, man, you're slow, you're lackin' Still using Raw blunts We done told ya it's all about the green leaf We started out with Optimos and then we evolved to Garcia y Vega Panatela Deluxe Serious

You're saying that you want me you don't really understand Thought that we were friends now you're tryna' hold my hand Told her I don't want no money, I don't want no fucking fans Got the the type of friends that'll fly out to Japan I ain't got no other plan though I ain't got no other plan though I'd rather hide then go make a couple bands though Look they made a song, now they say their life's a movie That shit be Ironic cause they sitting and they bruising They got money and they wanna spend it like they're cruising Yeah yeah now they pull up, now they losing You make tracks to make stacks I make mine to kick back and relax It's the shit that you wish that you had I been thinking bout spitting and measuring time Doubling rhythms and tripling rhymes You wanna sell tickets, you wanna make lines Stop calling my number, the fuck off my line I switch my flow up like I'm NASDAQ Deliver all my promises like Amazon's my backpack They're half that and I ain't gotta prove it cause they're laughed at So I can leave it ringing in your head this ain't my last track You're saying that you want me you don't really understand Thought that we were friends now you're tryna' hold my hand Told her I don't want no money, I don't want no fucking fans Got the the type of friends that'll fly out to Japan I ain't got no other plan though I ain't got no other plan though I'd rather hide then go make a couple You're saying that you want me you don't really understand Thought that we were friends now you're tryna' hold my hand Told her I don't want no money, I don't want no fucking fans Got the the type of friends that'll fly out to Japan I ain't got no other plan though I ain't got no other plan though I'd rather hide then go make a couple bands though