Stick
Ouu ohh
Yea, yea, yea, oh
Yea, ohh
Yea, I can't let a nigga try (let a nigga try)
Imma leave his bitch crying (imma leave his bitch crying)
Imma leave that nigga fried (imma leave him fried)
My cro got the stick inside
Run up in the spot with five blades like I'm Freddy Kruger
These niggas some rats, I can't hang with no little Stewarts
I just spent a rack on a fit, now I'm feeling cooler
I just spent a rack on a chain at the damn jeweler
I feel like-I feel like a kid again
Money on me, I feel like a business man
Just look at me my nigga, I love setting trends
Look at me, I'm serving with no scales, I'm doing hitting hands
I can't let a nigga try (I can't let a nigga try)
Imma leave his bitch crying (imma leave his bitch crying)
Imma leave that nigga fried (imma leave that nigga fried)
My cro got the stick inside
Yea, I can't let a nigga try (I can't let him try nigga)
Imma leave his bitch crying (imma leave her crying nigga)
Imma leave that nigga fried (imma leave him fried nigga)
My cro got the stick inside (LV)
Stick on me like a wizard
Neck looking like a blizzard
Nigga thought that was his bitch
Imma steal her like Pittsburg
Green on me like a lizard
I ain't into sipping sizurp
Even if I had a broken arm
I could show you how the wrist work
Stick on me like a blind man
Keep that thang on my side man
Lawyer cost me more than 9 grand
You could tell I'm on my grind man
Like a fridge door, that coke is on us
Bad bitch look like Pocahontas
Niggas know that my flow the hardest
I've been feeling like a chosen artist
All this candy got me feeling like a kid again (I do)
She acting boujie so I think that imma hit her friend
Big Glock, it could turn him to a missing man
He wanna chop so imma show him how to flip a gram
I could show you where to get the coke boy
These are just the diaries of a dope boy
These are just the diaries of a troubled kid
Talking hot and imma pull up where your mother live
I can't let a nigga try (let a nigga try)
Imma leave his bitch crying (imma leave his bitch crying)
Imma leave that nigga fried (imma leave him fried)
My cro got the stick inside
Yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea, oh
Yea, ohh
Yea, I can't let a nigga try (let a nigga try)
Imma leave his bitch crying (imma leave his bitch crying)
Imma leave that nigga fried (imma leave him fried)
My cro got the stick inside
Run up in the spot with five blades like I'm Freddy Kruger
These niggas some rats, I can't hang with no little Stewarts
I just spent a rack on a fit, now I'm feeling cooler
I just spent a rack on a chain at the damn jeweler
I feel like-I feel like a kid again
Money on me, I feel like a business man
Just look at me my nigga, I love setting trends
Look at me, I'm serving with no scales, I'm doing hitting hands
I can't let a nigga try (I can't let a nigga try)
Imma leave his bitch crying (imma leave his bitch crying)
Imma leave that nigga fried (imma leave that nigga fried)
My cro got the stick inside
Yea, I can't let a nigga try (I can't let him try nigga)
Imma leave his bitch crying (imma leave her crying nigga)
Imma leave that nigga fried (imma leave him fried nigga)
My cro got the stick inside (LV)
Stick on me like a wizard
Neck looking like a blizzard
Nigga thought that was his bitch
Imma steal her like Pittsburg
Green on me like a lizard
I ain't into sipping sizurp
Even if I had a broken arm
I could show you how the wrist work
Stick on me like a blind man
Keep that thang on my side man
Lawyer cost me more than 9 grand
You could tell I'm on my grind man
Like a fridge door, that coke is on us
Bad bitch look like Pocahontas
Niggas know that my flow the hardest
I've been feeling like a chosen artist
All this candy got me feeling like a kid again (I do)
She acting boujie so I think that imma hit her friend
Big Glock, it could turn him to a missing man
He wanna chop so imma show him how to flip a gram
I could show you where to get the coke boy
These are just the diaries of a dope boy
These are just the diaries of a troubled kid
Talking hot and imma pull up where your mother live
I can't let a nigga try (let a nigga try)
Imma leave his bitch crying (imma leave his bitch crying)
Imma leave that nigga fried (imma leave him fried)
My cro got the stick inside
Yea, yea
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Writer(s): Kobie Turner
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