Stick Talk

Late in the night I smoke this boof
When I smoke boof I go to the moon
Hop in the coupe I bring the troops
We take your girl Cindy Lou
She giving brain to the crew
We run a train and say ah choo
We say soowp don't wear blue
I am a freak think I'm a Q

Bitch nigga talk and I slap with my back hand
Diss on the gang I throw shots like I'm afghan
Diamonds are bright and stand out like a handstand
Mixtape is weak threw it all in the trash can
Niggas wear capes and think they is Batman
Rapping just easy it's fun it was unplanned
Now I just rhyme and flow off of my demand
She give me toppy sloppy I cant command

He can get hit with the stick
I gave him a clip
Gotta go copy the drip
You look like a simp
She started to suck on the tip
Can't kiss her on lip
You is like paper I come through and rip
I'm throwing shots I crowned you and flipped
He did the nae nae so I started whippin
Started limping his blood made him crip
Turn your lights out I fold you and zip
All because he was talking shit

Late in the night I smoke this boof
When I smoke boof I go to the moon
Hop in the coupe I bring the troops
We take your girl Cindy Lou
She giving brain to the crew
We run a train and say ah choo
We say soowp don't wear blue
I am a freak think I'm a Q



Credits
Writer(s): Kenneth Haynes
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