Stixk Talk
Give a fuck bout a hater but I got a stick
To make all of you fuck niggas lay down
I ain't never lacking i'm all about action
Bitch I keep a Glock in this sprayground
Gucci frames on my lense if you think I ain't stepping
Hoe you can get shot at the playground
2 shots to dome he got hit with this chrome
But imma make sure that he stay down
Heard him talk on the net we on go mode
Ain't no cocking there's one in the chamber
I got yo bitch and giving me throat
While my young nigga pushing the ranger
We stay strapped with them rugers and Aks
We out spinning while lurking for danger
And how the fuck you don't like me
I don't know you you a bitch and a stranger
Keep a Glock in my pocket
Yo mans can get shit just for talking
And what you gon do bout it?
Ohh you think you gangsta
Ohh you really stepping
Well I guess I'm catching me two bodies
Get hit with the Glock
And you ain't gonna hear it
Cuz my bullets coming out too silent
I was seven years old
I got kicked outta school
Because my teacher said I was too violent
Pour methazine up n a sprite
Leaning all day all night
Dem pills got me feeling alright
Yuh that's my crudda we tight
Get off tha gram i don't type
If you looking fo me get right
We can shoot dis shii ouh or we can fight
We can shoot this shit out we can fight
Send the opps to the sky like a kite
Send my younginn to come take yo life
To make all of you fuck niggas lay down
I ain't never lacking i'm all about action
Bitch I keep a Glock in this sprayground
Gucci frames on my lense if you think I ain't stepping
Hoe you can get shot at the playground
2 shots to dome he got hit with this chrome
But imma make sure that he stay down
Heard him talk on the net we on go mode
Ain't no cocking there's one in the chamber
I got yo bitch and giving me throat
While my young nigga pushing the ranger
We stay strapped with them rugers and Aks
We out spinning while lurking for danger
And how the fuck you don't like me
I don't know you you a bitch and a stranger
Keep a Glock in my pocket
Yo mans can get shit just for talking
And what you gon do bout it?
Ohh you think you gangsta
Ohh you really stepping
Well I guess I'm catching me two bodies
Get hit with the Glock
And you ain't gonna hear it
Cuz my bullets coming out too silent
I was seven years old
I got kicked outta school
Because my teacher said I was too violent
Pour methazine up n a sprite
Leaning all day all night
Dem pills got me feeling alright
Yuh that's my crudda we tight
Get off tha gram i don't type
If you looking fo me get right
We can shoot dis shii ouh or we can fight
We can shoot this shit out we can fight
Send the opps to the sky like a kite
Send my younginn to come take yo life
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Writer(s): Michael Smith
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