Bring Out Them Sticks

Good gas, smoking strong
Robbers, shooters, on the phone
One phone call it ain't shit to get you gone
When you talk, boy, watch your tone
Choppas automatic all them tools man they fucking grown
Eeny meeny miny moe boy the shooters gonna knock your toes
Sipping on blood man we having a toast
They know my shooters they always on go
Don't got to pay them they still gonna blow

Swerved out this bitch with a foe on me
They know I got love for the snow bunnies
Two dicks in my pants you still getting fucked homie
We make it hot on December
We keep it hot in the winter
My lil nigga stupid gone spin like a blender
We spin the block till the car on E
I got some Zoes that gonna pop it for me
Niggas be taking wè on they ass for real
We put the smoke we ain't squashing no beef
Bring out them guns let me see what you have
Bring out them sticks let me see who the best
We get it hot make him run like a squirrel
I want your friend bitch I don't want you
Silencer on guns the shit go fuuuu
Treat her like a queen but fuck her like a slut
The street to bloody I need me a mop
She throw it back boy that bitch got a WAP
Chasing the loot i been getting the gwap
A lot to say but the beat is to short
Throw him in the water we don't want him aboard
Big Dior bitch I don't give a fuck
Over sized rims on a Honda accord
He in the water not swimming that nigga duck
Jump in the water and swim with sharks
I'm with the shit that's a fact
You is a bitch that's a fact
I keep the heat in my verse
Fuck around nigga I'll pull that bitch out
MJ niggas they know we gonna step
Get a Nigga set up by his main bitch
Fuck the with the gang you gonna die in the bitch
No I don't want your bitch I just put dick in the bitch



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Writer(s): Wentz Celan
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