[Hook: Fam] Niggas, niggas talkin' 'bout licks [x6] [Interlude 1: Childish Gambino] Young nigga in an old whip Whole clique is in zone six, oh shit Hold on a second
[Verse 1: Childish Gambino] Old money flow yeah I did mine bigger Ape shit flow so King Kong nigga You got big money, man? how long nigga? Can't talk right now, I'm in Hong Kong nigga My Polo rounds, fuck her for only a photo now Skin is so cinnamon, Cocoa Brown Wanna be me but they don't know how So profound Who cares what they be on, I'm in the sun with aviators I'm my favorite song, I came to ball And aim at y'all, you know the semi-automatic with no safety on Bow down, ladies want a shout-out Take her, flip her over, lower back I leave that blah-dow Ass backwards, Kriss Kross T-Rex, Chris Bosh Nigga we eating so Rick Ross Brown rice, fish sauce Fly as a kite, man I must be Claiming to be where them thugs be My niggas is making it dusty Cause I'm aiming at you like I just sneezed (like I just sneezed)
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[Verse 2: Trinidad James] Them white folks at the front of the crowd Yeah, They're my niggas In the time that I’m around Nigga you can ? ? Shoutout to my amigos (amigos) ? Bought 100 pairs of J's with last years taxes