Nike Ticks - YNG Martyr

Stay dripped to the feet

Nike Ticks on fleek

Fuck with it, fuck me, fuck shawty for free

Ain’t no killers, I’m just killing all these beats

Ain’t no killers, I’m just killing all these beats

Stay dripped to the feet

Nike Ticks on fleek

Fuck with it, fuck me, fuck shawty for free

Ain’t no killers, I’m just killing all these beats

Ain’t no killers, I’m just killing all these beats

And I’m staying dripped out (yeah)

Even when I’m in yo' fucking bitch mouth (yeah)

Keep a hunnid' I don’t ever switch out (uh)

If she talking, I’ma kick a bitch out

Yeah that Glock got kickback

Hit 'em in the neck

That’s my big bra big strap

I don’t hold a tec

Yeah, big shit, big boss

I’m just cuttin' cheques

Yeah, fat bitch, Rick Ross

I just want the neck

Got my brother right beside me

Name is Tommy, keep a tommy (drrr)

Uzi right beside him

If you try it, then you dyin' (huh)

Fuckin' with the kid

We gonna turn your ass to ions

I’m Mufasa with the shit

So I can tell when you’ve been lion (lyin')

R-R-Running up my money

I’m just on my supersonic shit

I’ma pop a molly, had me walking like a zombie, shit

I’ve been spitting at you like a llama, on my Dalai shit

You better beg your pardon, like yo' fucking name was Dolly bitch

Stay dripped to the feet

Nike Ticks on fleek

Fuck with it, fuck me, fuck shawty for free

Ain’t no killers, I’m just killing all these beats

Ain’t no killers, I’m just killing all these beats

Stay dripped to the feet

Nike Ticks on fleek

Fuck with it, fuck me, fuck shawty for free

Ain’t no killers, I’m just killing all these beats

Ain’t no killers, I’m just killing all these beats