[Verse 1: Max B]
I got a quarter key- Bout to put it on the scale
It's quarters, we got yola don’t be mentioning that mail
When that brick come back I ....yell
See now we can flip these O’s, ain’t the quantity its quality
He's a hot commodity, he got knocked for robbery
Came home a new man, got the city on this loopy shit
Greasy get that hoopty quick, he gon’ make me shoot this shit
N***a they ain't been hot since I blessed the game with G’s up
N***a won’t lift my sleeves up
Baby come lick my penis, Bigga he make me cum
Max know sluts thats in Atlanta, I got trucks thats in Savanna
Out that cut gotta get that Bama (Bama)
These n***as just take me light till they laying in a coma
I come play in California, oww

[Chorus]
All my life
I'ma try to hit a lick or two
All my life
I'ma try to hit a bitch or two
All my ice
Oh the wrist is blue, who they listen to? (Me)
What you want me to do?
All my life
I'ma try to hit a lick or two
All my life
I'ma try to hit a bitch or two
All my ice
Oh the wrist is blue, who they listen to? (Me)
What you want me to do?
[Verse 2: Mack Mustard]
N***as out they mind, even mentioning the team name
I'll scrape Gay R, he copping fifths when the team gain
Take a look at his mean chain, they dragging on the internet
Ain’t kill a n***a yet, he smoking weed & cigarettes
Stuck with seeds and n***as pet, we get seed out the set
I’ll have him weaving out his 'jects, or wherever the n***a rep
Wherever the n***a step-
Foot like a landfill, one click of the metal give your man chills
Stop living for fan thrills, or see how your fans feel
When Gay R body hard, they telling your man chill
He giving your man peels, its off with your mans grill
N***as with ram kills, give a fuck how your man feel
Ya n***as in your fan peel, keep testing the fam we’ll..
Power smoking sour, you’ll be dead a couple hours
Or crime scene investigators come sprinkling their powders
N***as loving the dour come fuck with this thing of ours

[Chorus]
All my life
I'ma try to hit a lick or two
All my life
I'ma try to hit a bitch or two
All my ice
Oh the wrist is blue, who they listen to? (Me)
What you want me to do?
All my life
I'ma try to hit a lick or two
All my life
I'ma try to hit a bitch or two
All my ice
Oh the wrist is blue, who they listen to? (Me)
What you want me to do?
[Verse 3: Max B]
Fresh up out that gate, I can penetrate-
Send one through that dome of yours
While your home watching the Source Awards
Fuckers got me pissed, thought she was a fan
Bigging up my new PD3, screaming Bigga give me a CD free
Bobbing off my shit, you and your main bitch
Tripping off Sexy Love, empty slug
Yeah, he's sure to pop, he is such a work of art
He is known to squirt the dart, work the charts
Help these bitches get cake, see n***as don’t appreciate
What I do for the game, fuck the politics
Coca got a lot of it, poke it out and polish it
Tell them bitches swallow me-
Gurgle it, Mustard on his murder shit
Average in 2010 on some burger shit
Used him for all purposes, used him for all services
Wipe you n***as down, look at mama bet she proud of me
Cluttered like the lot of me, flooded like the lottery
We need power boy, Dour called
Tell me max I got that Sour on, oww oww

[Chorus]
All my life
I'ma try to hit a lick or two
All my life
I'ma try to hit a bitch or two
All my ice
Oh the wrist is blue, who they listen to? (Me)
What you want me to do?
All my life
I'ma try to hit a lick or two
All my life
I'ma try to hit a bitch or two
All my ice
Oh the wrist is blue, who they listen to? (Me)
What you want me to do?