Sticks
Me and my soldiers we ready for war
Sticks hangin out the door
Big bread I want the cho
Watch my shoes I'm on the flo'
If you ready we can go
It ain't nothin to a pro
My shooters with me with the 4
Tuck the thumb and throw it slow
Pull up 3 deep like beyond the arc
I bring the flame when it's time to spark
Live today and you can die tomorrow
Your time get bussed down like an Audemars
I keep it clean the bottom 6 is golden
In my pictures pull my lip and hold it
Just want a sweet life like I'm Zach or Cody
Success a privilege and you gotta want it
I been on it
Business booming boomerang the clothing
You can see it on the tape recording
On the tv screen with my performance
That's just the first it ain't gon be no last
Collectin cheese like in a Cheeto bag
I can see why all these people mad
My boys off the leash but we keepin tags
Me and my soldiers we ready for war
Sticks hangin out the door
Big bread I want the cho
Watch my shoes I'm on the flo'
If you ready we can go
It ain't nothin to a pro
My shooters with me with the 4
Tuck the thumb and throw it slow
Go to Atlanta they offer exotic
At the gas station while people be watching
"Whatcha need boy? I gas in my pocket
I got the strands from Cali take you off just like a rocket
If you want some pills I got some percs inside my pockets
But keep it on the low because you know the feds be watching"
Head on swivel while pushin that pack
Dopest in line like I'm cookin up crack
Got that book in that back
Recipe for all the cookies and thrax
Product in store don't want more for the tax
Look on my shelf I got more then some racks
I can wear jammies to meet the mayor
I'll just cuff the bottom cause I keep it player
Stay underground like a secret layer
Brightest off the top like I bleached my hair
Only time that I'm blue talking bout my money
Yeah I got the numbers you can't get it from me
Boi I'm not plug but I can get the funky
Jumpin off the porch I imitate a monkey
Always with the green like my name is
donkey
I act eeore ask my fam and homies
Back to the green I'm Peter Pan you know me
I'll can spit image since yo camera lonely
Me and my soldiers we ready for war
Sticks hangin out the door
Big bread I want the cho
Watch my shoes I'm on the flo'
If you ready we can go
It ain't nothin to a pro
My shooters with me with the 4
Tuck the thumb and throw it slow
Sticks hangin out the door
Big bread I want the cho
Watch my shoes I'm on the flo'
If you ready we can go
It ain't nothin to a pro
My shooters with me with the 4
Tuck the thumb and throw it slow
Pull up 3 deep like beyond the arc
I bring the flame when it's time to spark
Live today and you can die tomorrow
Your time get bussed down like an Audemars
I keep it clean the bottom 6 is golden
In my pictures pull my lip and hold it
Just want a sweet life like I'm Zach or Cody
Success a privilege and you gotta want it
I been on it
Business booming boomerang the clothing
You can see it on the tape recording
On the tv screen with my performance
That's just the first it ain't gon be no last
Collectin cheese like in a Cheeto bag
I can see why all these people mad
My boys off the leash but we keepin tags
Me and my soldiers we ready for war
Sticks hangin out the door
Big bread I want the cho
Watch my shoes I'm on the flo'
If you ready we can go
It ain't nothin to a pro
My shooters with me with the 4
Tuck the thumb and throw it slow
Go to Atlanta they offer exotic
At the gas station while people be watching
"Whatcha need boy? I gas in my pocket
I got the strands from Cali take you off just like a rocket
If you want some pills I got some percs inside my pockets
But keep it on the low because you know the feds be watching"
Head on swivel while pushin that pack
Dopest in line like I'm cookin up crack
Got that book in that back
Recipe for all the cookies and thrax
Product in store don't want more for the tax
Look on my shelf I got more then some racks
I can wear jammies to meet the mayor
I'll just cuff the bottom cause I keep it player
Stay underground like a secret layer
Brightest off the top like I bleached my hair
Only time that I'm blue talking bout my money
Yeah I got the numbers you can't get it from me
Boi I'm not plug but I can get the funky
Jumpin off the porch I imitate a monkey
Always with the green like my name is
donkey
I act eeore ask my fam and homies
Back to the green I'm Peter Pan you know me
I'll can spit image since yo camera lonely
Me and my soldiers we ready for war
Sticks hangin out the door
Big bread I want the cho
Watch my shoes I'm on the flo'
If you ready we can go
It ain't nothin to a pro
My shooters with me with the 4
Tuck the thumb and throw it slow
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Writer(s): Marvin Daniels Ii
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