Stick Up

Look who stepped up in this motherfucka
Daddy Duce
Repping Texas in this motherfucka
Nigga got a problem
Lets address it in this motherfucker
Ain't with that talking
Say less up in this motherfucka
Yeah
Niggas better make some room for me
Cause I got potnas that'll groove for me
My crew love me
And none of my niggas here ain't got shit for you
So tell yo potnas to simmer
Cause they can get it too
Claiming you hot
We'll make it cold like December fool
We turn yo summer into winter fool
You dinner fool
And yo ole lady, she lookin like a snack
I hit her with that leg drop
Then seen her to that wolf pack
Table, ladder, chair match
Fuck you and yo drip
Tell Ric Flair that
I enter and win the royal rumble without scratch
You see these hands
That's a lot to catch
Catch you and yo bitch walking outta Target
Oh yeah now you the target
I'm finna finish shit you should'na started
Oh lordy
Dearly departed
We gather here today
Cause niggas wanna play
With a motherfucker they know retarded
Yeah
Just cause my jeans fitted
Don't mean I ain't with it
Don't mean I ain't ignant
I swear I'm peaceful
But if a nigga disrespect my people
I swear this shit here gonn get lethal
Whoa!

This a stick up
Hit the flow, nigga
Better empty them pockets
Gimme that dough, nigga
Once I get mine
Then I'm flyin
Out the door, nigga
Ain't bout to stall
Fuck them laws
Adios, nigga

That's right
Hands up, nigga
hands up
I'm sitting down all you niggas that so say stand up
Let's make dis smooth
I'm just tryna get my bands up
But if a nigga flinch
I'ma hit em with this fan, bruh
Don't make me air it out
I see you niggas all tongue
Make me tare it out
I caught this coward on the one
Oh, I dare em now
I give a fuck bout where we at
I'm still gonn tare it down
Man down
Shout out to Frankie
Depend on the situation
I'll leave a nigga stanky
Check out my steez
You see this little nigga swanky
But never too fly
To fuck a nigga up quite frankly
Now if I let yo ass make it
Better thank me
Better be grateful
Don't make me spank you
Nobody can save you
Who the fuck gassed you up
Them niggas played you
They ain't exempt
They better pray too
Please forgive me
I got them demons in me
And this nigga brought em out
So I had to call em out
Heard this nigga dodging me
Had to call his mama house
Had to leave a message
I'ma teach yo son a lesson
If he live then it's a blessing
I bet that bitch regret it
Before he do it again
Betcha that bitch a dead it
If I don't get yo ass now
Don't mean I'm gonn forget it
Nigga I say what I mean
And meant it if I said it
Get beheaded
Whoa!

This a stick up
Hit the floor, nigga
Better empty them pockets
Gimme that dough, nigga
Once I get mine
Then I'm flying out the door, nigga
Ain't finna stall
Fuck them laws
Adios, nigga



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Writer(s): D. Turner Ii
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