Stick Up
You better run, it's a stick up
You better run, it's a stick up
You better run, it's a stick up
You better run, it's a stick up
You better run, it's a stick up
You better run, it's a stick up
You better run, it's a stick up
You better run, it's a stick up
Ain't talk about school, learned a lot from a snack bitch
Keep the opps around, you think you ain't one of them?
Pack keep going crazy, wait till I double up
I can't ever fall, I got my bitch for that
I don't need no co-sign, my name good for that
I was out busting traps in that Pontiac
Green look so good, you know I feen for that
My nerves real bad, yeah I drink lean for that
Juug, finesse, made my way up out that mess
Glocks and tec's, only way that I feel safe
Bless my mama, bless my shotta's
I drive fast, escape my karma
What you need-a? What you want-a?
Cocaine for my trauma
You better run, it's a stick up
You better run, it's a stick up
You better run, it's a stick up
You better run, it's a stick up
You better run, it's a stick up
You better run, it's a stick up
You better run, it's a stick up
You better run, it's a stick up
I don't need no drama
Got that hustle from my mama
Get this money cause I gotta
Fuck your bitch with just a dolla
Got her wrapped around my collar
Got me looking like a baller
I don't even call her
Yeah she looking like a stalker
Aye
You better run, it's a stick up
You better run, it's a stick up
You better run, it's a stick up
You better run, it's a stick up
You better run, it's a stick up
You better run, it's a stick up
You better run, it's a stick up
Ain't talk about school, learned a lot from a snack bitch
Keep the opps around, you think you ain't one of them?
Pack keep going crazy, wait till I double up
I can't ever fall, I got my bitch for that
I don't need no co-sign, my name good for that
I was out busting traps in that Pontiac
Green look so good, you know I feen for that
My nerves real bad, yeah I drink lean for that
Juug, finesse, made my way up out that mess
Glocks and tec's, only way that I feel safe
Bless my mama, bless my shotta's
I drive fast, escape my karma
What you need-a? What you want-a?
Cocaine for my trauma
You better run, it's a stick up
You better run, it's a stick up
You better run, it's a stick up
You better run, it's a stick up
You better run, it's a stick up
You better run, it's a stick up
You better run, it's a stick up
You better run, it's a stick up
I don't need no drama
Got that hustle from my mama
Get this money cause I gotta
Fuck your bitch with just a dolla
Got her wrapped around my collar
Got me looking like a baller
I don't even call her
Yeah she looking like a stalker
Aye
Credits
Writer(s): Jose Cohaila-marconetti
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