Stick Walkin

Destination way to the top
I can't get side tracked
This money I been gettin it a lot
No I can't hide that

Hate how I had pulled off the lot
Guess cause it drive fast
Penetrate them shots through yo back
I'm on my opps ass

Rich shit Don Corleone I want caviar
Rich sex let's fuck on this money I'll devour her
King shit I'll step of that throne if I can't handle her
Bling bitch

All this god damn ice a make you cream bitch
Stick walk-in niggas on dates
Straight take them boys out
Make it rich and watch how they hate

Gotta shake them hoes off
Crime pays and look how it paid
Locked in that penthouse
Relationships got wrecked in that Vette

Let's get these dents out
Smarter vision these niggas be cap
I made it in rap the world be takin you serious
These niggas can't rap they songs is wack

Them rappers can't fuck with you period
Get all that money and save it all up
And check out my life in a year
Heart full of pain not from the drugs

Never be livin in fear this that code baby
Catch a body never tell nobody not a soul baby
Maserati I want sloppy toppy play yo role baby
Before I let you play me like I'm broke

I'll let you go baby foreign coupe
Chillin like I'm snoop
Destination way to the top
I can't get side tracked

This money I been gettin it a lot
No I can't hide that
Hate how I had pulled off the lot
Guess cause it drive fast

Penetrate them shots through yo back
I'm on my opps ass
Rich shit Don Corleone I want caviar
Rich sex let's fuck on this money I'll devour her

King shit I'll step of that throne if I can't handle her
Bling bitch
All this goddamn ice a make you cream bitch
Kit-Kat I need me a break

I stayed up long nights
Yeah I gotta turn shit around
Gotta make my wrongs right
Poppin shit I'm turnin hoes on

That's how I live life
Kept it real when I made it on
Me and all my niggas tight
Drug fien cut them family ties my uncle stealing shit

Baby momma girl just let that shit Ride
That shit don't make no sense
Baby bottle this ain't for no baby this my medicine
Dear heavenly father walk me through them gates

Ima do better then my real father
Sticks out, I done turnt this to the real carter
Them blicks out remember growing up the hard way
With lights off now I pull inside the drive-way

With tops off
Destination way to the top
I can't get side tracked
This money I been gettin it a lot

No I can't hide that
Hate how I pulled off the lot
Guess cause it drive fast
Penetrate them shots through yo back

I'm on my opps ass
Rich shit Don Corleone I want caviar
Rich sex let's fuck on this money I'll devour her
King shit I'll step of that throne if I can't handle her

Bling bitch
All this goddamn ice a make you cream bitch



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Writer(s): Demario Scott
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