Stick Up
I just blew a band on a fit I'll never rock again
The cops was on my body pulled me over
I won't stop again she said her and her man is back together
Ain't no props for him cuz I know when beef ten outta ten
She'll let me pop again
If I can't pop again
I'm in her tags tryna' pop a friend
Don't care if we don't beef it's your ass
If you rock with them, guilty by association nigga you get shot with them
And if we ever beef it ain't no mends this shit will never end
And I just gotta bag last week
Got some ass from a bad ass freak
Now I'm up now nigga look for tags that's cheap
Couple hundred from a long ass week
You a broke ass nigga
If I pop out the cut
Put your hands up
Don't you say a word
Shut the fuck up
Chains you tryna' flex?
Should've kept em tucked
Don't you try to move
This a stick up
If I pop out the cut
Put your hands up
Don't you say a word
Shut the fuck up
Chains you tryna' flex?
Should've kept em tucked
Don't you try to move
This a stick up
Damn she on my body I'ma let her top me
Damn that bitch was sloppy blew me, kamikaze
My cock size makes me cocky
Stallion no rocky if they sleep me
Fuck em
Words from Mr. Cosby
Back to stick talk asking bam if he can see it on me
Fuck the limp walk, play with me your hairline
Not the only thing that gets chalked
Pockets big and green these bitches lean yea they like hulk
Wait what
Yea they like hulk
I don't care what nigga she let pop I pop rubber bands
Couple thousands dollars in the spots
That's gone make them dance
If she heart my story and I ain't pop yet, then I prolly can
He said he gone what?
Put who on a shirt?
He ain't never slide
Never put in work
Capping on his guys
Brodie turning in the dirt
Better stop with all that capping
For you get popped like a perc bitch
If I pop out the cut right
Put your hands up
Don't you say a word
Shut the fuck up
Chains you tryna' flex?
Should've kept em tucked
Don't you try to move this a stick up
If I pop out the cut
Put your hands up
Don't you say a word
Shut the fuck up
Chains you tryna' flex?
Should've kept em tucked
Don't you try to move
This a stick up
Right
This a stick up nigga
Kilo leel nigga
The cops was on my body pulled me over
I won't stop again she said her and her man is back together
Ain't no props for him cuz I know when beef ten outta ten
She'll let me pop again
If I can't pop again
I'm in her tags tryna' pop a friend
Don't care if we don't beef it's your ass
If you rock with them, guilty by association nigga you get shot with them
And if we ever beef it ain't no mends this shit will never end
And I just gotta bag last week
Got some ass from a bad ass freak
Now I'm up now nigga look for tags that's cheap
Couple hundred from a long ass week
You a broke ass nigga
If I pop out the cut
Put your hands up
Don't you say a word
Shut the fuck up
Chains you tryna' flex?
Should've kept em tucked
Don't you try to move
This a stick up
If I pop out the cut
Put your hands up
Don't you say a word
Shut the fuck up
Chains you tryna' flex?
Should've kept em tucked
Don't you try to move
This a stick up
Damn she on my body I'ma let her top me
Damn that bitch was sloppy blew me, kamikaze
My cock size makes me cocky
Stallion no rocky if they sleep me
Fuck em
Words from Mr. Cosby
Back to stick talk asking bam if he can see it on me
Fuck the limp walk, play with me your hairline
Not the only thing that gets chalked
Pockets big and green these bitches lean yea they like hulk
Wait what
Yea they like hulk
I don't care what nigga she let pop I pop rubber bands
Couple thousands dollars in the spots
That's gone make them dance
If she heart my story and I ain't pop yet, then I prolly can
He said he gone what?
Put who on a shirt?
He ain't never slide
Never put in work
Capping on his guys
Brodie turning in the dirt
Better stop with all that capping
For you get popped like a perc bitch
If I pop out the cut right
Put your hands up
Don't you say a word
Shut the fuck up
Chains you tryna' flex?
Should've kept em tucked
Don't you try to move this a stick up
If I pop out the cut
Put your hands up
Don't you say a word
Shut the fuck up
Chains you tryna' flex?
Should've kept em tucked
Don't you try to move
This a stick up
Right
This a stick up nigga
Kilo leel nigga
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Writer(s): Kilo Leel
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