Walking Lick Lyrics - Gucci Mane

1 Quiet? No I can't be quiet

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

3 That's 185 right there

4 Yo Gucc! I know you got like 10 birds when we walk in the club nigga

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

6 Eighty grand in my Robin jeans

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

8 Top on down but I'm losing it

9 Mind gone with a foreign chick

10 With a Tech-9 with a cooling kit

11 Got the black jeans with the wings on 'em

12 Gucci shoes, no shoe-strings

13 Shit, every word means two things

14 So the white girl is my boo thang

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

16 And I don't like to see no new faces

17 'Cause I don't like to learn no new names

18 I go to sleep in foreign places

19 Wake up, count big faces

20 Stuff cash in suitcases, pillowcases I'm two faced!

21 [Chorus x8]

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

23 Millionaire with Trues on in a stash house with shoes on

24 Put a million dollars in my new home

25 And a quarter million in my trap house

26 Put a half a mil in your bank account

27 Nigga, serve dope in my zone

28 Cooking the work with no gloves on

29 So the junkies can get they grub on

30 My OG with capital letters

31 On Capital Ave. with white leathers

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

33 I got salt and pepper, no Spindarella

34 Stupid cheese, that's Mozerella

35 Bust em open, put em back together

36 Then sell them to you, ahead of schedule

37 [Chorus x8]

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

39 I'm a walking lick!

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

41 ? roadkill, my niggas they so for real

42 20 minutes from my hood, I don't need no house on the hill!

43 Reachin' for my tech, your mama better write your will

44 She gon get ugly, my youngest pop about two pills

45 Where them niggas before and with this record deal

46 Me and Gucci Mane, bitch, we hard to kill

47 [Hook x8]