Call for shelter 'cause I'm so sick, ah You can make it come quick Hard to think straight 'Cause I'm so down for you, licorice stick Call for shelter 'cause I'm so sick, ah You can make it come quick Hard to think straight 'Cause I'm so down for you, licorice stick I got to take you home We're living in hard times, we're living in hard times Baby, you think you know I think it's about time, that you're gonna make me whine Baby, you don't wanna leave You'd be sorry 'Cause honestly, I can make you feel better any day Look at what you've done for me I called it how I see You belong with me Call for shelter 'cause I'm so sick, ah You can make it come quick Hard to think straight 'Cause I'm so down for you, licorice stick Call for shelter 'cause I'm so sick, ah You can make it come quick Hard to think straight 'Cause I'm so down for you, licorice stick Tell me I got you, baby I wanna know how you taste, I wanna know how you taste Now that you keep me warm Baby, I call you fire, and maybe I'll be your fire Baby, you don't wanna leave You'd be sorry I can make you feel better any day Look at what you've done for me I called it how I see You belong with me Call for shelter 'cause I'm so sick, ah You can make it come quick Hard to think straight 'Cause I'm so down for you, licorice stick Call for shelter 'cause I'm so sick, ah You can make it come quick Hard to think straight 'Cause I'm so down for you, licorice stick Tell her you love her, tell her you're down for her Tell her you're down for it Tell her you love her, tell her you're down for her Tell her you're down for it Tell her you love her, tell her you're down for her Tell her you're down for it Tell her you love her, tell her you're down for her Tell her you're down for it

Pull up with a Yeah, pull up with a stick (with a stick) Yeah, whole clique up now they on your head I just need some time, yeah I seen rough times (yeah) But I'm getting money, so you know I'm alright Got a couple bands outside All my shootas' strapped up (don't wanna fi-) Pull up with a Yeah, pull up with a stick (with a stick) Yeah, whole clique up now they on your head I just need some time, yeah I seen rough times But I'm getting money, so you know I'm alright Got a couple bands outside All my shootas' strapped up (don't wanna fight) We can get it We can get high Demon on my side, showing light

Bands won't even fold up, put the-put them rubber bands up Bands won't even fold up, put the-put them rubber bands up- Bands won't even fold up, put the-put them rubber bands up And I'm off hella dope, I-I-I can't even stand up Tr-Trap sellin'- Money it's just like a poker stretch I'm inside the trap so I'm feeling okay Trappin' out with the baby A-K Hella guns and no tats on my face Cookie pounds, yeah, they on the way Gas smell, when I hop out the wraith Wockhardt bitch, you can taste it Flexing on niggas but that's not the case Free all my niggas that can't beat the case Walk in your trap I ain't come here to play B-O-A, no I can't be with Chase Free my brother for that high speed chase Smokin' on-Smokin' on medical when I'm in LA Smoking on dope watch it feel like it's laced Smoking on dope and that's straight to the face Hop in my foreign I don't wanna race Smoking on cookie but it's not the edible All my weed green but it's not like the vegetables Ayy, ayy, posted on Magnolia Went to Lil Boat house 'cause twelve tried to lock me up Leaning so hard that it spilled out the double cup Niggas talking shit but you know I don't give a fuck Ayy, nigga try your luck, Sito keep that .30 tucked I won't hesitate to up, dope got me so up I hate being sober, feeling like I'm Sosa Finna put the Jolly Ranchers right back in my soda Any war I go through, I guess I'm a baby soldier I won't even hold ya, I won't even fold up Bands won't even fold up, put the-put them rubber bands up And I'm off hella dope, I-I-I can't even stand up Trap sellin' real shit, you gone have to man up Don't do Xans, sellin' Xans, you gone have to Xan up And any drug that you want, I can bring the plan up Move wit' the stick (Move wit' the stick) Move wit' the stick (I move wit' the stick) Move wit' the stick (Move wit' the stick) Move wit' the stick, Move wit' the stick, Move wit' the stick (Move wit' the stick) M-move with the stick (I move wit' the stick) I Move with the stick (Move wit' the stick) Still move with the stick (I move wit' the stick)

Haven't felt right in a week And I'm thinning out And it hurts bad I gotta get back Hot head and dreamless sleep I could just slip down And on the wrong track I gotta get back I wanna spend the entire year Just face down And on my own time I wanna waste mine And spend the rest of it asking myself Is this who you are? And I don't know It just feels gross I don't think there's anything wrong I don't think there's anything wrong I don't think there's anything wrong I don't think there's anything wrong Sunlight on the back of my arms Just thins me out To a different time I wanna waste mine

I sent it, you receive it I sent it, you receive it I love the smell of them bricks They whiter than some mayo And I can send 'em to your house through the mail This is drug dealin' music I'm A-1, so is my coke Stitches get it right off a boat I'm swagged out, every day and night I like to shoot my gun cause I don't like to fight I say run up on me, I'm ready Gun up in your face, it's steady I'm the life of the party, bitch But I ain't talkin' confetti I got bricks, bricks, bricks Pounds of that molly I'm a drug dealer And I'll tell anybody I take pride up in that shit I don't really give a shit And I shoot my gun real quick If we talkin' about them bricks I'm so cokarific So don't get that pretty boy shit twisted Got that big stick for them fuck niggas, that squadron too deep 77191164 them streets Chop 'em down, pack 'em up, my gold ring Versace Hate a block or buy Gucci, pop that coochie like tip drill Dope boy, pop me one, four 28's, sendin' weight 112 on two 6 extensions, them bricks You want a whole ki? That's a piece of cake Numbers of grams, a thousand and eight Met a brick in 2008 I'm only 18, do the math mane I keep flippin' And I won't stop it Fuck DEA They tryna take my profit, they some fuckboys If you got a badge on, you a bitch, bruh bruh I never snitch, bruh bruh Only thing I'm ever gon' trust Is my AK-47 bruh Rest in peace to a hater I saw your statement on that paper I hope your girl ain't got no plans To see your ass later