Liq Hittaz (Explicit) - Young Maylay
Composed by：Young Maylay
We gone be her
Where I'm livin' they twistin' big Benz's and excursions
I reminisce the days right before I start servin'
2-11's come to mind grab the nine good to go
Finna run up in the sto' everybody hit the floor
Palms on the ground face down don't make a sound
Tellin' you now any sudden moves I'm dumpin' off rounds
More sales on the register popped it like a charm
B***h give up the grip don't even trip the store alarm
Empty each and every money slide quick as possible
One time come before I'm done you a hostage ho
You moving too slow my crime is on parole
And I ain't tryin' to go so everybody break your billfolds
Lift up the tray and get the Franklins and grants
I want pennies nickels dimes quarters and food stamps
We advance out the sto' smashed in the ford
All they know it was three n***as and
One had a fro' liq hittaz
You need to keep your business to
Yourself I find out who got the keys
I'ma creep up behind ya house and put me down a robbery
So watch ya mouth clown we invadin' homes
Next day come around and blow tree like Nathan Rome
You know they just got me for some cheese no s**t
'Bout a hundred and fifty G's oh wee cold twist
Wasn't even all that but still a cool grip
Each amount vary every time a fool slip
We gon' get him back to back like a rerun
That n***a that lick a whole pack of
Suckers when I see some
The bag snatcher limit your chatter
For you had me going backwards
'Cause I'm really after rappers
Peepin' out them big mansions in calabasas
Ballin' flossin' and gave them the state addresses
They ain't down they can't hang with us
Ski mask to straight face n***a ante up
The liq hittaz
Aw s**t now a word from our sponsors
Just because you're rollin' now
Don't mean that you can't f**k around and
Get yourself killed 'cause these n***as hate
To see you ball and that's real
