Title: Bass Riff 6
Subtitle:
Artist: Dave_The_Wicked
Album:
Author: Dave_The_Wicked
Copyright:
Tabled by: Dave_The_Wicked
Instructions:
Notices: Just a little chord movement practice...

Tempo: 120 BPM
Tracks: 1
Instruments:
Bars: 5

Lyric

6 Kiss.
Nigga, I'm hittin' licks, nigga.
All you bitch ass hoes, nigga.

Went to his house and you know I'm taking everything.
Early morning driver, stolen cars, smoking Mary J.
Bruh think I'm flexin' cuz I'm talkin' like a big shot.
Bet my young ass, show him money he ain't never got.

Told him like this "I don't care, do you give a fuck?"
Hit a few liquor stores, you know I ain't paying nuthin'.
Don't pay shit cuz I'm robbin' like a J-Roc.
Robbin' like a dope fiend, even take the wrist watch.

Ching ching ching, pawn shop be my main bitch.
Ching ching ching, gold mouth wit a bad bitch.

Girls on my dick cuz I'm flexin', hot boy shit.
Call the hot boxin', lunch and I'm serving zips.
What you really need? I'm a young Santa Claus.
And I'm coming in your crib with the goons and a bomb.
Gold in my mouth, I'm a pretty boy gangsta
With the cops on my ass, handcuffed to my ankles like a bitch.

Yes. I'm finna hit a lick. I'm finna rob a bitch.
Yes. I'm finna hit a lick. I'm finna rob a bitch.
Yes. I'm finna hit a lick. I'm finna rob a bitch.
Yes. I'm finna hit a lick. I'm finna rob a bitch.

Yeah, I'm hittin' licks. Yeah, I'm pushin' zips.
Got lick money. Got trap money.
Everybody say that I'm a young ass bitch
Till I caught my first case. Now I'm a thug ass bitch.

Yeah, I'm hittin' licks. Yeah, I'm pushin' zips.
Got lick money. Got trap money.
Everybody say that I'm a young ass bitch
Till I caught my first case. Now I'm a thug ass bitch.

Ask me what's shakin'. You know what's shakin'.
10 stolen cars and I run like Troy Aikmen.
Make the hood hot cuz I'm bringin' back profit.
OGs said "B, you know you gotta stop it!"

So I went harder. It really ain't matter.
I'm like a girl scout but I ain't have no cookies.
I had a real goon that'll tie up your family.
Put the thing down, put him right in his sock.

I'm up all night cuz I'm finna go plat.
Caught the BART train to the east open spot.
Hit the dirty 30s with my dope fiend partner.
He buying up dope, I'm just watchin'.

He said he sniff rocks. "It don't make me different.
Make me go hard when I'm on a dead mission."
I'm in the back seat of pimp cuddy caddy.
We drive around town with the dope in a baggie.

Bet you he'll do anythin' off the powder
And his goal was to put the pipe like clam chowder.
I'm in the lick for the money shit and the power.
A young skinny nigga, so I couldn't be a coward.

I get in the nigga shit with a mask on my face and some bo on my lips, nigga.
I get in the nigga shit with a mask on my face and some bo on my lips, nigga.

(spoken)
Yeah, it's the real hit a lick shit. You know what I mean?
Lil B for Lil Boss.
I ain't never been playin' with this thang, man.
10 thangs on them thangs. You know what I mean?
Why you think I got this 40 licks tattoo on my throat?
It's not for the bitches, that's cuz I hit 40 licks. You know what I mean?
Real shit, nigga, 6 Kiss. You can only hear it here.
Lil B for Lil Boss. Welcome to my world.