Stick (feat. Young Spazz & MFL Nipp)

Ouh, Foe you just went brazy on em

And the choppa like
Fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fickity fye, fickity fye, fickity fye, fye, fye, fye

Stick on a nigga, but I'm smoking on these trees uh
Real cool nigga, they gone feel me like the breeze uh
Shawty she a freak, I told that hoe get on ya knees uh
Playing round with me, I swear to God you RIP uh
Nipp he with me, Marquise he with me unh, LO he with me, we rolling up this weed
That ain't no Lie I I
You play and you gone die
They know that I'm certified
You can see the pain in my eye
I hit ya bitch from the side
She screaming out oh my god
And if a fuck nigga try, he gone get hit with that fye (And it be like)

Fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fickity fye, fickity fye, fickity fye, fye, fye, fye
Lately man my mind playin tricks on a nigga looking at my bitch like she getting thick on a nigga
You looking for your bitch, she getting dick from a nigga
I can't trust a soul, so I keep a stick on a nigga
Stick on a nigga, stick on a nigga
Stick on a, stick on a, stick on a nigga (Look)

I been on a grind like a motherfucking stripper off the liquor, my lil waitress she gone fuck me when I tip her
I'm all about a dime like a couple fucking nickels, my lil bitch thick like a snicker
When I fuck I make it wiggle
Then, I licked her nipple
Then, I licked her middle
Shawty make me taste the rainbow, skittles
I been on the road getting head from her sister, her name Crystal fought her brother now, he begging for a pistol
Man you know how it go, you beat they ass they get a pistol
When he try to pull that pistol out, I'ma tell that nigga

And the choppa like
Fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fickity fye, fickity fye, fickity fye, fye, fye, fye
Lately man my mind playin tricks on a nigga looking at my bitch like she getting thick on a nigga
You looking for your bitch, she getting dick from a nigga
I can't trust a soul, so I keep a stick on a nigga
Stick on a nigga, stick on a nigga
Stick on a, stick on a, stick on a nigga (Look)

Niggas gonna hate, well tell them hate me for a reason, niggas scheming boy don't make me get at'chu just like I'm sneezing
I'm a demon in your house, eating your grits with extra season
I be fucking your bitch, when you call she acting like she cleaning
Pull up to your addy, with simi automaddy's
You will never, ever see me Lac, Caddy
Niggas gonna play til' they stop breathing, im the reason that they stealing
Look at this shit round my neck, bitch it's anemic
Bitch you seen it, we bringin out all the Mac's but we ain't Cheesing
He said he pulling up, well that give me a reason just to

Fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fickity fye, fickity fye, fickity fye, fye, fye, fye
Lately man my mind playin tricks on a nigga looking at my bitch like she getting thick on a nigga
You looking for your bitch, she getting dick from a nigga
I can't trust a soul, so I keep a stick on a nigga
Stick on a nigga, stick on a nigga
Stick on a, stick on a, stick on a nigga (Look)

Hoodie on on some reaper shit
Heart in a freezer cause, I'm really quick to leave a bitch
Nigga drop his block and we gone flood it, fuck FEMA bitch
One to ya front, you hold your chest like Plede Allegiance bitch
I be going hard on some cement shit
My bitch give that stupid head, really get my semen quick
She said, when I hit it from the back I'm on some demon shit
She be doing too much, so I just delete the bitch
Bitch from out of state, carnival I'm tryna meet the bitch
I be wearing condoms, but that bitch want me to shoot the club up like

Fye, fye, fye, fye, fye
But I can't do it
Fickity fye, fickity fye
I'm too in tuned with my music
Fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fickity fye, fickity fye, fickity fye, fye, fye, fye



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Writer(s): Quentin Mabry
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