Walking Lick

[Intro: DJ Holiday]

Quiet? No I can't be quiet

Shit, every time I talk that's Brick Fam. Holiday!

That's 185 right there

Yo Gucc! I know you got like ten birds when we walk in the club nigga

You know what it is, Trap Back baby! The streets is hungry

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

Eighty grand in my Robin jeans

It's hot outside, but I'm coolin' it

Top on down but I'm losing it

Mind gone with a foreign chick

With a Tech-9 with a cooling kit

Got the black jeans with the wings on 'em

Gucci shoes, no shoe-strings

Shit, every word means two things

So the white girl is my boo thang

And I'll come in due time, in the drop head at the blue flame

And I don't like to see no new faces

Cause I don't like to learn no new names

I go to sleep in foreign places

Wake up, count big faces

Stuff cash in suitcases, pillowcases, I'm two-faced

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

I'm a walking lick, I'm a talking brick, talking shit

(W-walking lick, I'm a talking brick, t-talking shit)

I-I'm a walking lick, I'm a talking brick, talking shit

(W-walking lick, I'm a talking brick, t-talking shit)

I-I'm a walking lick, I'm a talking brick, talking shit

(W-walking lick, I'm a talking brick, t-talking shit)

I-I'm a walking lick, I'm a talking brick, talking shit

(W-walking lick, I'm a talking brick, t-talking shit)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]

Millionaire with Trues on in a stash house with shoes on

Put a million dollars in my new home

And a quarter million in my trap house

Put a half a mil' in your bank account

Nigga, serve dope in my zone

Cooking the work with no gloves on

So the junkies can get they grub on

I'm a OG with capital letters

On Capital Ave. with white leathers

In a '68 Camaro, no top on, I'm put together

I got salt and pepper, no Spindarella

Stupid cheese, that's Mozerella

Bust 'em open, put 'em back together

Then sell them to you, ahead of schedule

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

I'm a walking lick, I'm a talking brick, talking shit

(W-walking lick, I'm a talking brick, t-talking shit)

I-I'm a walking lick, I'm a talking brick, talking shit

(W-walking lick, I'm a talking brick, t-talking shit)

I-I'm a walking lick, I'm a talking brick, talking shit

(W-walking lick, I'm a talking brick, t-talking shit)

I-I'm a walking lick, I'm a talking brick, talking shit

(W-walking lick, I'm a talking brick, t-talking shit)

[Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame]

I heard a price tag on my head! (Flocka!)

I'm a walking lick!

Nigga, come and try, you gon end up dead bitch

I'm out here roadkill, my niggas they so for real

Twenty minutes from my hood, I don't need no house on the hill!

Reachin for my tech, your mama better write your will

Shit gon' get ugly, my youngins pop about two pills

Where them niggas before and with this record deal

Me and Gucci Mane, bitch, we hard to kill

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

I'm a walking lick, I'm a talking brick, talking shit

(W-walking lick, I'm a talking brick, t-talking shit)

I-I'm a walking lick, I'm a talking brick, talking shit

(W-walking lick, I'm a talking brick, t-talking shit)

I-I'm a walking lick, I'm a talking brick, talking shit

(W-walking lick, I'm a talking brick, t-talking shit)

I-I'm a walking lick, I'm a talking brick, talking shit

(W-walking lick, I'm a talking brick, t-talking shit)