Stick On Me
I got a stick on me
And that bitch filled up with k rounds
I just put the shh on the Glock
It don't make sound
Slide on that nigga block
And make them pull the tape out
I'm with my white boys rapping in this bitch
Like its 8 mile
Boy this choppa going to leave him on the ground
It's a takedown
Boy play with rounds we don't play around
Boy It's a k around
Feeling like I'm ray at least I'm fresh if they come take me down
Boy I'm always on the go I get a pack
And I shoot outta town
Think you balling you ain't made no plays
Boy yo ass out of bounds
911 Cam I'm with yo bitch getting blown down
No sounds if this bitch mouth I only sold pounds
All coke give me all throat like you got no mouth
If he try to slide down we gone end that shit in traffic
Semi chops and fully glocks you know I keep an automatic
Up my stick on that nigga he gone disappear like magic
Ain't got time for no bitch I'm really trying to get a Patek
If he trying to diss on me I bet this shit get really tragic
We trying to slide on a nigga brodie going to Google map it
And this bitch wanna suck my dick she said I really good at rapping
Always sliding through the front-end never sliding through the back-end
This exotic pack punching and you'll never see me lacking
I might try to get the dumps in or I really might start trapping
I'm gone hit him with the lead I get him gone
I'll erase his ass
Don't ask to hit my wood little bitch
I'm going to face the gas
Keep a stick like it's some hockey
Sliding down in a Jason mask
I ain't even eat the coochie
Why the fuck I heard you ate her ass
Sending 762s through the windows
Rearrange the pad
Brodie tripping in this bitch
He selling glass like it's Breaking Bad
Yo bitch burnt like Takis
I need sloppy like a Joe
But I want you
And I love
Only sex and only throat
She don't rap she only choke
Sell my strap to get some coke
Cuz I'll sell that shit for double than what I paid for on my pole
I'm gone shoot the K that's why I paid I got the scope
I got yo bitch with me
We in the Scat and she on go
Why the feds try to lock us up
We told them we don't know
And that bitch filled up with k rounds
I just put the shh on the Glock
It don't make sound
Slide on that nigga block
And make them pull the tape out
I'm with my white boys rapping in this bitch
Like its 8 mile
Boy this choppa going to leave him on the ground
It's a takedown
Boy play with rounds we don't play around
Boy It's a k around
Feeling like I'm ray at least I'm fresh if they come take me down
Boy I'm always on the go I get a pack
And I shoot outta town
Think you balling you ain't made no plays
Boy yo ass out of bounds
911 Cam I'm with yo bitch getting blown down
No sounds if this bitch mouth I only sold pounds
All coke give me all throat like you got no mouth
If he try to slide down we gone end that shit in traffic
Semi chops and fully glocks you know I keep an automatic
Up my stick on that nigga he gone disappear like magic
Ain't got time for no bitch I'm really trying to get a Patek
If he trying to diss on me I bet this shit get really tragic
We trying to slide on a nigga brodie going to Google map it
And this bitch wanna suck my dick she said I really good at rapping
Always sliding through the front-end never sliding through the back-end
This exotic pack punching and you'll never see me lacking
I might try to get the dumps in or I really might start trapping
I'm gone hit him with the lead I get him gone
I'll erase his ass
Don't ask to hit my wood little bitch
I'm going to face the gas
Keep a stick like it's some hockey
Sliding down in a Jason mask
I ain't even eat the coochie
Why the fuck I heard you ate her ass
Sending 762s through the windows
Rearrange the pad
Brodie tripping in this bitch
He selling glass like it's Breaking Bad
Yo bitch burnt like Takis
I need sloppy like a Joe
But I want you
And I love
Only sex and only throat
She don't rap she only choke
Sell my strap to get some coke
Cuz I'll sell that shit for double than what I paid for on my pole
I'm gone shoot the K that's why I paid I got the scope
I got yo bitch with me
We in the Scat and she on go
Why the feds try to lock us up
We told them we don't know
Credits
Writer(s): Odis Barnett, Evan Springer
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