Ailice the Baknek

[Intro]
(Yo)
Baknek in the cut, flexin’ with the heat, uh
Dough stacked tall, n***a, straight elite (damn)
Ailice run the block, yeah, that’s the queen (queen)
If you tryna test, you gettin’ wiped clean (boom)

[Verse 1]
Ailice with the flick, n***a, watch the wrist (bling)
Drip too cold, n***a, need a Thermos (brr)
Opps talk slick, we turn ‘em to ghosts (pfft)
Bullets sing loud, call that bitch a chorus (rat-ta-ta)
Bando packed, double cup with the drank (sip)
Real street shit, none of that prank (nah)
Hunnid rounds drum, let the MAC bang (grrah)
No loose lips, n***a, keep the chain gang (clink)

[Chorus]
Ailice the Baknek, yeah, she run the block (run it)
Gold on her teeth, n***a, that’s a glock (grin)
If you ain’t bout’ checks, keep it off my dock (bye)
Bitch, I’m from the trenches, where they shoot non-stop (bah)

[Verse 2]
Pinky ring cost a Wraith (icey)
Hit the lye, now we ghost like a wraith (woo)
N***as talkin’ hot, we just bake ‘em up (cook)
Ailice in the kitchen, bitch, this cake is up (yum)
Drac’ in the couch, n***a, don’t reach (nah)
AP on my wrist, that’s a week (racks)
Westside where the demons creep (ouh)
N***as play, we just hide the heat (shhh)

[Bridge]
(Huh) Smell the money through the door (stacks)
Hit a lick, now my pockets sore (ooh)
RIP to the ones we lost (long live)
But we still spin the block, no remorse (skrrt)

[Outro]
Ailice the Baknek, still posted with the heat (grrah)
N***as know the name when they walk the street (facts)
If you ain’t on paper, then you obsolete (trash)
Bitch, we really war, this ain’t no cap (deadass).