Lick lyrics by Cardi B Ft OffSet

[Intro]
Yeah
Lookin'' like I caught a (Look at me)
Cardi (Look at me)
Cardi (Look at me)
Woah

[Hook]
Lookin'' like I caught a lick
Run up on me, you get hit
And all my bitches with the shits
Bronx, New York, gangsta bitch
Lookin'' like I caught a lick
Since Day 1, I''ve been that bitch
Got some hittas in my clique
Lookin'' like I caught a lick
Lookin'' like I caught a lick

[Verse 1]
Look at me, look at me
They ain''t like me before, now they bookin'' me
The glow got bitches so shook at me
They like, "Chef Cardi B, what you cookin'' B?"
I say, "Bitches, got me on some new shit"
I swear niggas got me feelin'' ruthless
Too much mo''fuckers done doubted me
That''s why I had to just prove it
I remember walkin'' in the stores, I couldn''t buy nothin''
They look at me starin''
Now I just walk in the stores, I like it I cop it
I don''t even think
Bank tellers asking for info
''Cause now my deposits on Kimbo
Told that bitch, "Gimme my money
Why the fuck you askin'' all this info?"


[Pre-Hook]
Run up, get done up
Got shooters ready for a come up
Promise you I didn''t luck up
Was grindin'' all night
Didn''t sleep ''til the sun up
Now I got up on my shit
Walk around like I''m that bitch
Every nigga wanna hit

[Hook]
Lookin'' like I caught a lick
Run up on me, you get hit
And all my bitches with the shits
Bronx, New York, gangsta bitch
Lookin'' like I caught a lick
Since Day 1, I''ve been that bitch
Got some hittas in my clique
Lookin'' like I caught a lick
Lookin'' like I caught a lick

[Verse 2]
See me in my ''bach, now they all surprised
Now they call my phone, I just press decline
Not even six seconds, I don''t give ''em Vine
Tell ''em, "Fall back," all must recline
Bitches mad as fuck but I don''t give a fuck
Niggas can''t believe it, better soak it up
Lookin'' like I caught a lick, bitch
Your nigga got me on his wishlist
Thought I was makin'' no moves?
Thought I was gon'' be livin'' in Sues?
Thought I was makin'' no money?
You fuckin'' thought I was gon'' lose
Everythin'' I did, I swear I got paid
Been ''bout my money, that ain''t gon'' change
Bitch, you gon'' drown tryna ride on my wave
Corny ass bitches, I just can''t relate

[Pre-Hook]
Run up, get done up
Got shooters ready for a come up
Promise you I didn''t luck up
Was grindin'' all night
Didn''t sleep ''til the sun up
Now I got up on my shit
Walk around like I''m that bitch
Every nigga wanna hit

[Hook]
Lookin'' like I caught a lick
Run up on me, you get hit
And all my bitches with the shits
Bronx, New York, gangsta bitch
Lookin'' like I caught a lick
Since Day 1, I''ve been that bitch
Got some hittas in my clique
Lookin'' like I caught a lick
Lookin'' like I caught a lick

[Outro]
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me a

Ghost Face Killers lyrics by Off Set Ft Travis Scott, 21Savage & Metro Boomin

Automatic “auto”, automatics, in the trunk
Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the
pump
Thot and addy “thot”, love the Patek on my arm
“Patek”
We got static “static”, p---y n---a run your charm
“hey”
Ghostface killers “killers”, Wu-Tang, 21 news gang
“news”
Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food
chain “hey”
Trapping the cocaine “yeah”, no gang, shooter with
no name
We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in
your door man

[Verse 1 – Offset]
Yeah, put on the Patek, popping xannys, I'm an
addict
Break the mattress with a baddie on the addy
Diamonds flashing, need some glasses for the
flashing, yeah
Michael Jackson with this fashion, b---h I'm
dabbing, yeah
All of this s--t on purpose, got these b-----s slurping
All your pockets on hurting, n---a you can be my
servant
Go to the lot and young n---a don't lease it, I
purchase
After I cut off a thot I give her some money for
service
Wherever I go the whole gang gon' go, yeah “fame”
You cannot tame the ho because you want fame for
sure “tame”
You think that you rich 'cause you got a hundred or
more
I got an over overload, like I just sold my soul
I, pour up a four, a liter, I got the stripes, Adidas
I got a foreign mamacita and I been known to beat
it “mama”
N----s ain't going defeated, we get the guns
immediate
Don't burn in the coupe, it's an Italy
These n----s is broke and it's pitiful

[Hook/Chorus – Offset]
Automatic “auto”, automatics, in the trunk
Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the
pump
Thot and addy “thot”, love the Patek on my arm
“Patek”
We got static “static”, p---y n---a run your charm
“hey”
Ghostface killers “killers”, Wu-Tang, 21 news gang
“news”
Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food
chain “hey”
Trapping the cocaine “yeah”, no gang, shooter with
no name
We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in
your door man


[Verse 2 – 21 Savage]
Yeah, Kim Jong, yeah big bombs “21”
Wonder Bread man, make your b---h lick crumbs
“yeah”
Audemar Piguet flooded, got my wrist numb “bling”
Grab the hitstick, n---a tryna blitz some'
Dope boy, dope boy, I sell coke boy “21”
You broke a-s rappers food, it's a po boy “21”
Everybody the same, all these n----s sound alike
“d--k riders”
Fox 5 gang, turn you to a candlelight
B---h boy I'm a mobster, shrimp in my pasta
Jamaican Don Dada, hang 'round the shottas
Mad Max n---a, yeah I hang with the killers “21”
Planet of the Apes, yeah I hang around gorillas “on
god”
I got AK, SK, HK, broad day “21”
You a f-ckboy, we ain't with the horseplay “b---h”
Shrimp a-s n---a, did you do your chores today?
“21”
Do you wanna take a ride with the coroner today?
“21”

[Hook/Chorus – Offset]
Automatic “auto”, automatics, in the trunk
Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the
pump
Thot and addy “thot”, love the Patek on my arm
“Patek”
We got static “static”, p---y n---a run your charm
“hey”
Ghostface killers “killers”, Wu-Tang, 21 news gang
“news”
Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food
chain “hey”
Trapping the cocaine “yeah”, no gang, shooter with
no name
We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in
your door man

[Verse 3 – Travis Scott]
Drop from the heavens straight in the wild “yeah”
Trunk in the front, top gotta slide
Ride suicides, we keep this s--t alive “yeah”
Jumping out the public houses, don't you come
outside
“Straight up”
Private status, tryna land the jet at Magic “it's lit”
Going way up, on my way to cut through traffic
“what you popping”
Pop the ceiling, pop the bean, I need the balance
“pop it, pop it”
B----y a-s is what I'm seeing, it's way too graphic
Watch your fingers 'cause the catcus dangerous
“yeah”
Broke, you ain't us, we don't speak that language
On the couches
Tom Cruise, I'ma make her see, she snort a
mountain
Rackades on the outfit will make her bounce it
Good drank my life yeah, CPR my pipe, yeah
Please need the energy, only got a night, yeah “it's
lit”
Nike boys, we don't do three stripes “yeah”
I'm living for my n----s that do life, yeah

[Hook/Chorus – Offset]
Automatic “auto”,

automatics, in the trunk
Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the
pump
Thot and addy “thot”, love the Patek on my arm
“Patek”
We got static “static”, p---y n---a run your charm
“hey”
Ghostface killers “killers”, Wu-Tang, 21 news gang
“news”
Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food
chain “hey”
Trapping the cocaine “yeah”, no gang, shooter with
no name
We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in
your door man a