Lyrics I Hit These Licks for You Momma - Bass Santana, Yoshi Thompkins

I Hit These Licks for You Momma

5 for the Xan
10 for the perk, bitch I ain’t rich till my mama don’t work, bands in the app
hoes getting on my nerves, hands in the trap all my niggas do is serve,
5 for the xan
10 for the perk, bitch I ain’t rich till my mama don’t work, bands in the app
hoes getting on my nerves, hands in the trap all my niggas do is serve
I heard some niggas talking fuck it they can be about it
I heard that they gon run up on me we’ll see about it
I miss my momma like a bitch I need to see the island
But I can’t stand to look her in the face as unaccomplished
Im Making beats, couple bangers think I’m on to something
But niggas sleeping like they got class in the morning
I got the heat I got my hands on the choppa hands on the choppa,
make a nigga dance for the fucking corner
And everybody hate my temper shit I hate it too
But when You put it on the internet they say it’s cool
Fuck it I’m just trying to get a check I played a fool
See I’m just doing all the shit you niggas fraid to do
These niggas lazy put in work that’s what they hate to do
You try to tell a nigga better he start hating you
You need to focus on yourself im available being pussy fatal just think bout it
and say the truth
Wait
I massacre rappers
After that a tragic disaster
Have a chat with the pastor
Say a prayer then I close the chapter
I keep it no competition and thats the code to snapping
A lot of niggas fake I guess that’s just the code of rapping
These lames more annoying like some light skin backwoods
A bunch of rein actors, I fuck his bitch then I treat him like a fetus after,
he get aborted like the mission under heat in action
That’s where you niggas lacking
5 for the Xan
10 for the perk
Bitch I ain’t rich till my mama don’t work, bands in the app, hoes getting on my
nerves
Hands in the trap all my niggas do is serve
5 for the Xan
10 for the perk
Bitch I ain’t rich till my mama don’t work, bands in the app, hoes getting on my
nerves
Hands in the trap all my niggas do is wait
5 for the Xan
10 for the perk
Bitch I ain’t rich till my mama don’t work, bands in the app, hoes getting on my
nerves
Hands in the trap all my niggas do is serve
All you niggas rollin, all my niggas ride high
No one can pick you up if you are upside down
You ain’t got no game stay yo ass out of bounds
Hard to stay a float, walk the plank hope you drown
Imagine if I changed history, I'm yo master now
Imagine if I didn’t rap I’d have a masters now, 1000 lil niggas wanna be the
Yoshi now
I call them my flower children we shining like daffodils
My garden rich with the fertilizer so watch for snakes
Yo homie saying he’s a fucking Kane he a fucking Corba
Now go plant a stash over there in the corner, I bet he’d take it
Don’t wanna smoke with them, Ima face it he probably laced it
These niggas heartless, they start problems, I gotta face em
Dont be Jamaican in the next life you’ll probably make it
Don’t swear to God just like my God that’ll visit Jamaica
Is there gonna be a awkward moment in this conversation
We gonna keep it G coded, cracking combinations
What’s in the safe I need it all unless yo hood ain’t say
I trip on acid I say the shit I shouldn’t say
With the rhyming, Ima Shining Son
Shining, natural is a common word when I was atomic
But I’m falling from the sky, Im a comet
Told my mama she ain’t gotta worry boutta money cuz it’s coming
5 for the Xan
10 for the perk
Bitch I ain’t rich till my mama don’t work, bands in the air hoes getting on my
nerves
Hands in the trap all my niggas do is serve
5 for the Xan
10 for the perk
Bitch I ain’t rich till my mama don’t work, bands in the air hoes getting on my
nerves
Hands in the trap all my niggas do is wait
5 for the Xan
10 for the perk
Bitch I ain’t rich till my mama don’t work, bands in the air hoes getting on my
nerves
Hands in the trap all my niggas do is serve