Keep a Sticc

Keep a stick
Always pistol packing
Ready for whatever
Extra clip keep it in my pocket
Don't know what can happen
Pillow talking nigga make a move
He don't know what to do
Shot like
His blood is spilling out he gonna make the news
That Car like
We just speeding off
Feed him to the dogs
That nigga Jay, heard that he a bitch
He looking like a lick
That baby choppa hit you in yo shit
Put you on a fit
You acting bold
Now his body cold
That nigga in a hole
You Up on who
You not shooting shit
Where the fuck that is
I'm Bending thru
We pulled up to ya crib
Like where the fuck he at
We Made it fast
Don't forget the mask
We get on yo ass
You try to run
But got nowhere to hide
Won't make it to the next medic
30 poppa feel like lava
Gotta keep it in my pocket
I swear I woulda never told
All you niggas out pocket
I remember when I didn't have a dollar in my pocket
Stupid ass give it up
Or you sleeping with the starfish
Long clip in my jeans
Put a nigga on a screen
Gotta get it any means
We was really serving feens
Tell me how the fuck are you a shooter but got caught without it
You say that you be spinning for your niggas but ain't drop nobody
That rap dissing get you hit up we pop up at cribs
I'm not beefing on the net got the drop from yo bitch
On probation so I got niggas right on yo shit
Once you open that door they go'n open up yo shit
You not bout it
You be hiding
Catch you lacking
Let it bang
Shot like
Walk em down
Now he in a picture frame
I'm a shooter now the coach would barely put me in game
I don't need to hit the range cause i got aim
Knockout your brain
I don't know why fuck you got that vest on
She said that shit was fire but that shit was probably stepped on
Didn't think about school
So nigga I went and dropped out
Now when I leave the crib
I can't go without the glock out



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Writer(s): Jarrett Dulcine
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