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Hit A Lick Video (MV)




Performed By: Tink
Featuring: NoCap
From Album: Winter's Diary 5
Language: English
Length: 2:59
Written by: Trinity Home, Kobe Crawford, Christian Ward
Year: 2024




Tink - Hit A Lick Lyrics
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[ Featuring NoCap ]

(Banger)
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)

Hit a lick with you, get rich with you
I'll lay somebody down all for you
Flip a brick for you, tote a stick for you
'Cause I'm the realest bitch around
I ain't frontin' when I say I got your back, that's a fact
I ain't playin' 'bout you that's just what it is, and I'm on that
(I would) flip a brick for you, send a hit for you
'Cause I'm the realest bitch around

Got a bitch to hold you down and pick up all your problems
Matchin' Rollies in our Rolls', we be doin' shit for fun (fun)
And it was smoke with such and such, we turned 'em to a strain
Took some charges that you had I had to charge it to the game
I could not f*ck up the brand no more, ten toes when I stand straight
Why it always be my fault? I'm a real bitch not man made
Can't be touchin' and f*ckin' to part ways (oh)
This pussy'll always be your safe space, yeah

What I did for you, private jet, a trip for two
Off the coast, Pacific view, trick on me I trick on you
Street bitch I don't give no f*ck, hold your gun inside my clutch
They don't want no smoke with us, no, no

Hit a lick with you, get rich with you
I'll lay somebody down all for you
Flip a brick for you, tote a stick for you
'Cause I'm the realest bitch around
I ain't frontin' when I say I got your back, that's a fact
I ain't playin' 'bout you that's just what it is, and I'm on that
(I would) flip a brick for you, send a hit for you
'Cause you the realest shit around

I trust you, let you tote my gun, sometimes you roll up my weed (oh, no)
Girl, I'm so f*cked up 'bout this bond, I never want to be free (oh, no)
I went back to her came back to you, I know you the one (oh)
And every time I cause you hurt I end up buyin' you somethin'
Put you in the jet, put you in the 'Cat
Wonder why your driveway turn into a zoo?
None of them hoes they ain't in your league
And none of her friends can't f*ck with you crew
Whatever they make, you spend it on hair
Take you out of state, right back to the trap
Ain't got the keys, we takin' the train
Talk to the lawyer then we lay down the bank
You know secrets I don't even tell my homies
Not fallin' back from you, I'm with you through the summer
Four gloves two masks, four guns two bags
Move wrong get hurt, put a bullet in the clerk, ah

Hit a lick with you, get rich with you
I'll lay somebody down all for you
Flip a brick for you, tote a stick for you
'Cause I'm the realest bitch around
I ain't frontin' when I say I got your back, that's a fact
I ain't playin' 'bout you that's just what it is, and I'm on that
(I would) flip a brick for you, send a hit for you
'Cause I'm the realest bitch around
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(Banger)
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)

Hit a lick with you, get rich with you
I'll lay somebody down all for you
Flip a brick for you, tote a stick for you
'Cause I'm the realest bitch around
I ain't frontin' when I say I got your back, that's a fact
I ain't playin' 'bout you that's just what it is, and I'm on that
(I would) flip a brick for you, send a hit for you
'Cause I'm the realest bitch around

Got a bitch to hold you down and pick up all your problems
Matchin' Rollies in our Rolls', we be doin' shit for fun (fun)
And it was smoke with such and such, we turned 'em to a strain
Took some charges that you had I had to charge it to the game
I could not f*ck up the brand no more, ten toes when I stand straight
Why it always be my fault? I'm a real bitch not man made
Can't be touchin' and f*ckin' to part ways (oh)
This pussy'll always be your safe space, yeah

What I did for you, private jet, a trip for two
Off the coast, Pacific view, trick on me I trick on you
Street bitch I don't give no f*ck, hold your gun inside my clutch
They don't want no smoke with us, no, no

Hit a lick with you, get rich with you
I'll lay somebody down all for you
Flip a brick for you, tote a stick for you
'Cause I'm the realest bitch around
I ain't frontin' when I say I got your back, that's a fact
I ain't playin' 'bout you that's just what it is, and I'm on that
(I would) flip a brick for you, send a hit for you
'Cause you the realest shit around

I trust you, let you tote my gun, sometimes you roll up my weed (oh, no)
Girl, I'm so f*cked up 'bout this bond, I never want to be free (oh, no)
I went back to her came back to you, I know you the one (oh)
And every time I cause you hurt I end up buyin' you somethin'
Put you in the jet, put you in the 'Cat
Wonder why your driveway turn into a zoo?
None of them hoes they ain't in your league
And none of her friends can't f*ck with you crew
Whatever they make, you spend it on hair
Take you out of state, right back to the trap
Ain't got the keys, we takin' the train
Talk to the lawyer then we lay down the bank
You know secrets I don't even tell my homies
Not fallin' back from you, I'm with you through the summer
Four gloves two masks, four guns two bags
Move wrong get hurt, put a bullet in the clerk, ah

Hit a lick with you, get rich with you
I'll lay somebody down all for you
Flip a brick for you, tote a stick for you
'Cause I'm the realest bitch around
I ain't frontin' when I say I got your back, that's a fact
I ain't playin' 'bout you that's just what it is, and I'm on that
(I would) flip a brick for you, send a hit for you
'Cause I'm the realest bitch around
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Writer: Trinity Home, Kobe Crawford, Christian Ward
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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