Sticks & Stones
Sticks and stones
Nigga wanna break my bones
I been that boy too long
Know when I get back home
They blowin' up phones
Fall back right in my zone
Slide on bro sand point that's home
At least we stress bout shit that we own
If boy get janxy I get like jones
I'm talkin Jon not Jim just know
Change your life w the shit I know
The V West boys make pockets grow
Won't ever switch like I switch my flows
Or switch my fits up switch my clothes
Ya girl want pic w the gang of course
We do ya greasy w no remorse
Shit get hot when they press record
Off white down for the room decor
The pressure bustin' yours not mine
I want my diamonds for all them times
Worry bout them can't pay no mind
The rollie plain when I know it's my time
Shit get dark but the boy still shine
Post on the gram u can use these lines
Over heads like a alley oop
Run my shit gotta press rewind
Wait on stars to align
Give me signs
Niggas all talk ain't really outside
Is he gon' blow is you out your mind
Ring ring no reply
I'm doin this shit for the guys
On my life
Triple sevens I flip my dice
I won't sign til' the money right
If a nigga wan play then run it
Cash be flippin' itself won't touch it
Imma' be here forever don't rush it
Way after I stop gettin these buckets
Bro said Zay yo' shit be buzzin'
I ain't even did shit yet it's comin'
After I drop then it's no discussions
Next year imma' tell pops it's nothin'
Stay with the safe it's all or nothin
We gon' be rich ass twenty somethings
Trynna do numbers like Warren Buffet
So I ain't just finna' be rich for nothin'
Ask who I'm feelin' like I said myself I love who I'm becomin'
Cause I know I ain't gon' stop for nothin'
Ding ding, I'm throwing all the punches
Shoulder strap for the Louis duffle, heavy
Get in my mode don't test me
Pen like Benny, get to the pad it's deadly
Letting off clips be ready
Write that ting make her wanna' get sexy
Make niggas wanna get petty
These niggas don't impress me
Talk to the man upstairs he bless me
So can't shit stress me
I got plans for the man against me
Shit I ain't trynna be trendy
Time be flying like Drake like Dempsey
Price went up like a stock I'm trending
You might wanna' come get me
WONDER
Nigga wanna break my bones
I been that boy too long
Know when I get back home
They blowin' up phones
Fall back right in my zone
Slide on bro sand point that's home
At least we stress bout shit that we own
If boy get janxy I get like jones
I'm talkin Jon not Jim just know
Change your life w the shit I know
The V West boys make pockets grow
Won't ever switch like I switch my flows
Or switch my fits up switch my clothes
Ya girl want pic w the gang of course
We do ya greasy w no remorse
Shit get hot when they press record
Off white down for the room decor
The pressure bustin' yours not mine
I want my diamonds for all them times
Worry bout them can't pay no mind
The rollie plain when I know it's my time
Shit get dark but the boy still shine
Post on the gram u can use these lines
Over heads like a alley oop
Run my shit gotta press rewind
Wait on stars to align
Give me signs
Niggas all talk ain't really outside
Is he gon' blow is you out your mind
Ring ring no reply
I'm doin this shit for the guys
On my life
Triple sevens I flip my dice
I won't sign til' the money right
If a nigga wan play then run it
Cash be flippin' itself won't touch it
Imma' be here forever don't rush it
Way after I stop gettin these buckets
Bro said Zay yo' shit be buzzin'
I ain't even did shit yet it's comin'
After I drop then it's no discussions
Next year imma' tell pops it's nothin'
Stay with the safe it's all or nothin
We gon' be rich ass twenty somethings
Trynna do numbers like Warren Buffet
So I ain't just finna' be rich for nothin'
Ask who I'm feelin' like I said myself I love who I'm becomin'
Cause I know I ain't gon' stop for nothin'
Ding ding, I'm throwing all the punches
Shoulder strap for the Louis duffle, heavy
Get in my mode don't test me
Pen like Benny, get to the pad it's deadly
Letting off clips be ready
Write that ting make her wanna' get sexy
Make niggas wanna get petty
These niggas don't impress me
Talk to the man upstairs he bless me
So can't shit stress me
I got plans for the man against me
Shit I ain't trynna be trendy
Time be flying like Drake like Dempsey
Price went up like a stock I'm trending
You might wanna' come get me
WONDER
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Writer(s): Isiah Brown
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