Stick Town
Boomin out the trap
Put my stick town on the map
I get money and relax
You blow mid we keep that thrax
Bitch we do it
Keep the traffic moving
Yes please do come back
Moving hella stupid, neighbors probably think I'm dealing crack
I go dumb on the track
When I die hope imma legend
Speak the truth, I speak facts
But don't compare me to no reverend
Might not make it into heaven if a n'gga try me
Imma be his last lesson for he turn to maggot meat
Don't really care bout your feelings, and fuck consideration
You doing terrible business, you suck at delegating
2020 still thuggin
Moving bowls up out the bucket
Behind closed doors I might smack you, keep composure when in public
Bitch I'm bout it n'gga, 125 I'm moving quick
Yeah it's too crowded n'gga, move around get off my dick
No you ain't bout it bout it, I smell the phony, smell the fear
You ain't really trapping
All rat is what I hear
Drop a deuce on yo bitch ass, I ain't frontin
Williams Street vol 3, bitch still bumpin
Blow ya babymama back out that's nothin
Blow his babymama back out that's nothin
1700 ran off on his bitch ass
Pull up next to you still smile at yo bitch ass
Pussy lil boy you ain't bout it witcho bitch ass
Have bighomieg slick a slug in yo bitch ass
Boomin out the trap
Put my stick town on the map
I get money and relax
You blow mid we keep that thrax
Bitch we do it
Keep the traffic moving
Yes please do come back
Moving hella stupid, neighbors probably think I'm dealing crack
I go dumb on the track
When I die hope imma legend
Speak the truth, I speak facts
But don't compare me to no reverend
Might not make it into heaven if a n'gga try me
Imma be his last lesson for he turn to maggot meat
Boomin out the trap
Put my stick town on the map
I get money and relax
You blow mid we keep that thrax
Bitch we do it
Keep the traffic moving
Yes please do come back
Moving hella stupid, neighbors probably think I'm dealing crack
I go dumb on the track
When I die hope imma legend
Speak the truth, I speak facts
But don't compare me to no reverend
Might not make it into heaven if a n'gga try me
Imma be his last lesson for he turn to maggot meat bitch
Put my stick town on the map
I get money and relax
You blow mid we keep that thrax
Bitch we do it
Keep the traffic moving
Yes please do come back
Moving hella stupid, neighbors probably think I'm dealing crack
I go dumb on the track
When I die hope imma legend
Speak the truth, I speak facts
But don't compare me to no reverend
Might not make it into heaven if a n'gga try me
Imma be his last lesson for he turn to maggot meat
Don't really care bout your feelings, and fuck consideration
You doing terrible business, you suck at delegating
2020 still thuggin
Moving bowls up out the bucket
Behind closed doors I might smack you, keep composure when in public
Bitch I'm bout it n'gga, 125 I'm moving quick
Yeah it's too crowded n'gga, move around get off my dick
No you ain't bout it bout it, I smell the phony, smell the fear
You ain't really trapping
All rat is what I hear
Drop a deuce on yo bitch ass, I ain't frontin
Williams Street vol 3, bitch still bumpin
Blow ya babymama back out that's nothin
Blow his babymama back out that's nothin
1700 ran off on his bitch ass
Pull up next to you still smile at yo bitch ass
Pussy lil boy you ain't bout it witcho bitch ass
Have bighomieg slick a slug in yo bitch ass
Boomin out the trap
Put my stick town on the map
I get money and relax
You blow mid we keep that thrax
Bitch we do it
Keep the traffic moving
Yes please do come back
Moving hella stupid, neighbors probably think I'm dealing crack
I go dumb on the track
When I die hope imma legend
Speak the truth, I speak facts
But don't compare me to no reverend
Might not make it into heaven if a n'gga try me
Imma be his last lesson for he turn to maggot meat
Boomin out the trap
Put my stick town on the map
I get money and relax
You blow mid we keep that thrax
Bitch we do it
Keep the traffic moving
Yes please do come back
Moving hella stupid, neighbors probably think I'm dealing crack
I go dumb on the track
When I die hope imma legend
Speak the truth, I speak facts
But don't compare me to no reverend
Might not make it into heaven if a n'gga try me
Imma be his last lesson for he turn to maggot meat bitch
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Writer(s): Cheyenne Pillow
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