Past

Opps out
Then we pop out
With the Glocks out

Top down
Serving rock pounds
To yo compound

Cop now
Before I'm out
And you dried up

Heat on us
High degrees on us
Don't get fried up

Glistening
2 chains nipple length
Call me Tittieboy

City boy
Never sitting boy
Always getting coins

Fuckery
It's so lovely
When u steal they joy

From the street
I might front a key
I seen plenty more

Do to much and we pop ya
Do little and you end up in the doctor (Doctor Do-little)

The choppa sing
I seen it perform in operas

Think you a king
Leave you lion like Mufasa

STICKS

They in the back
If they attack
We grab the poles

STICKS

Just like a stick
I always snap
And never fold

STICKS

I hit it quick
That paddle shift
And then I'm gone

STICKS

Ima dog
So sticks and stones
Wont break my bone

STICKS

Cause we got tree
You in my branch
Well that's a no

STICKS

Onto my finger
That's that sticky
That's that dro

STICKS

I'ma sticking to it
I ain't switching
Like no hoe

STICKS

All these sticks bitch
It's stick over load

STICKS

They in the back
If they attack
We grab them poles

STICKS

Just like a stick
I always snap
And never fold

STICKS

I hit it quick
That paddle shift
And then I'm gone

STICKS

Ima dog
So sticks and stones
Wont break my bone

STICKS

Cause we got tree
You in my branch
Well that's a no

STICKS

Onto my finger
That's that sticky
That's that dro

STICKS

I'ma sticking to it
I ain't switching
Like no hoe

STICKS

All these sticks bitch
It's stick over load

Aye



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Writer(s): Tre Present
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