Walking Stick
Yeah G, man. You know I'm finally just drop this tape man
Get the block hot
I just got to get my people off the block, you feel me
That's why I'm doing this for, the music man
Man I just been in the studio everyday. This new to me, you feel me but
I just been working. Dropping song after song
And video after video
I'm telling you, in a few months we gonna be there bro
Fasho
Yeah bro I feel you, I see you been doing yo thang and shit
But nigga you need to worry about protecting yourself and shit, you feel me
What you mean, you think they gonna
They gonna be on... that type of time?
Yeah bro a lot of motherfuckers they start seeing you blow up and shit
You know how motherfuckers be acting
You just got to watch yo surroundings
Shit, I got a stick right here you feel me
On my mama that's love! Uh, shit what I got to give it back, or it's just mine?
Now bro you good. It's you
Yeah! Uh. Wooh, wooh
Uh. Yeah. Ayy! Ok
Uh. Uh
Yeah (uh-huh)
Uh (Ayy)
Yeah. Ayy (uh-huh)
Uh. Woah, woah, uh
Woah, woah, uh
Woah, woah, uh
Hold on let me talk my shit
Let me talk my shit
I can't leave the crib without my gun, that bitch my walking stick
I look like a walking lick
Look how much sauce I get
I be dressed like Fiji, and you looking like a faucet drip
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Yeah my soul to keep
But I can't wait on God to save my soul, so I take my pole to sleep
I know that my bro gonna hold the Nina and he gonna blow for me
Haters tryna bite my whole demeanor like it's they groceries
Hold on let me talk my shit
Let me talk my shit
I can't find that man and he owe me money, I might just off his bitch
I might just stalk his kids. Be outside they school
Throw a bag over they head, throw they ass in a van
Wrap em up, throw they ass in a pool
And you know I'm blowing a flame
Put a hole in ya brain. Leave ya whole body numb, Novocain
And you know I roll with the gang
And it's Mike-Spazz little bitty bitch, so you know what's the name
And you know I go for the change
Came here for the money, I don't go for the fame
And you know I go insane
Every time that I hop on a track, ain't no one the same
I be off the shits
I don't talk a lot, but bitch I talk my shit
I'm on top
Now she on my cock, but bitch get off my dick
I'm so hot
If I shoot my shot, bitch I might not miss
But I'm Rick
Even if I miss, Imma flip that brick
Hold on let me talk my shit.
Let me talk my shit
I can't leave the crib without my gun, that bitch my walking stick
I look like a walking lick
Look how much sauce I get
I be dressed like Fiji, and you looking like a faucet drip
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Yeah my soul to keep
But I can't wait on God to save my soul, so I take my pole to sleep
I know that my bro gonna hold the Nina and he gonna blow for me
Haters tryna bite my whole demeanor like it's they groceries
Get the block hot
I just got to get my people off the block, you feel me
That's why I'm doing this for, the music man
Man I just been in the studio everyday. This new to me, you feel me but
I just been working. Dropping song after song
And video after video
I'm telling you, in a few months we gonna be there bro
Fasho
Yeah bro I feel you, I see you been doing yo thang and shit
But nigga you need to worry about protecting yourself and shit, you feel me
What you mean, you think they gonna
They gonna be on... that type of time?
Yeah bro a lot of motherfuckers they start seeing you blow up and shit
You know how motherfuckers be acting
You just got to watch yo surroundings
Shit, I got a stick right here you feel me
On my mama that's love! Uh, shit what I got to give it back, or it's just mine?
Now bro you good. It's you
Yeah! Uh. Wooh, wooh
Uh. Yeah. Ayy! Ok
Uh. Uh
Yeah (uh-huh)
Uh (Ayy)
Yeah. Ayy (uh-huh)
Uh. Woah, woah, uh
Woah, woah, uh
Woah, woah, uh
Hold on let me talk my shit
Let me talk my shit
I can't leave the crib without my gun, that bitch my walking stick
I look like a walking lick
Look how much sauce I get
I be dressed like Fiji, and you looking like a faucet drip
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Yeah my soul to keep
But I can't wait on God to save my soul, so I take my pole to sleep
I know that my bro gonna hold the Nina and he gonna blow for me
Haters tryna bite my whole demeanor like it's they groceries
Hold on let me talk my shit
Let me talk my shit
I can't find that man and he owe me money, I might just off his bitch
I might just stalk his kids. Be outside they school
Throw a bag over they head, throw they ass in a van
Wrap em up, throw they ass in a pool
And you know I'm blowing a flame
Put a hole in ya brain. Leave ya whole body numb, Novocain
And you know I roll with the gang
And it's Mike-Spazz little bitty bitch, so you know what's the name
And you know I go for the change
Came here for the money, I don't go for the fame
And you know I go insane
Every time that I hop on a track, ain't no one the same
I be off the shits
I don't talk a lot, but bitch I talk my shit
I'm on top
Now she on my cock, but bitch get off my dick
I'm so hot
If I shoot my shot, bitch I might not miss
But I'm Rick
Even if I miss, Imma flip that brick
Hold on let me talk my shit.
Let me talk my shit
I can't leave the crib without my gun, that bitch my walking stick
I look like a walking lick
Look how much sauce I get
I be dressed like Fiji, and you looking like a faucet drip
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Yeah my soul to keep
But I can't wait on God to save my soul, so I take my pole to sleep
I know that my bro gonna hold the Nina and he gonna blow for me
Haters tryna bite my whole demeanor like it's they groceries
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Writer(s): Ricky Hampton
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