Sticks (feat. MOMONEY VOD)

Uh
Sticks piranhas (uh huh)
Fifties and hundreds (uh huh)
I'm stepping in dolce gabana (uh huh)
Not Lonely I stay with the armor (uh huh)
Since a youngin I always want commas (uh huh)
Wit da pack ima flip like it's tumbling (uh huh)
Wit da dat dope ima flip like an omelet (uh huh)
This cash it's nothing (uh huh)
Sticks piranhas (uh huh)
Fifties and hundreds (uh huh)
I'm stepping in dolce gabana (uh huh)
Not Lonely I stay with the armor (uh huh)
Since a youngin I always want commas (uh huh)
Wit da pack ima flip like it's tumbling (uh huh)
Wit da dat dope ima flip like an omelet (uh huh)
This cash it's nothing (uh huh)

Bags in the trap and I trap in some DG
I'm trying to score me a TD
I'm bout my business like a mf meeting
We having exotic down to the remix
Homie went out on the perk
It was straight fentanyl
Couple dead and gone for the ones locked up I missed y'all
Told my mama I can't stop hustling
Cause this shit come with a need
It take everything around us
how you expect we suppose to eat
Every day I think about how my fam coulda been 6 feet deep
When you having motion gotta keep artillery

Sticks piranhas (uh huh)
Fifties and hundreds (uh huh)
I'm stepping in dolce gabana (uh huh)
Not Lonely I stay with the armor (uh huh)
Since a youngin I always want commas (uh huh)
Wit da pack ima flip like it's tumbling (uh huh)
Wit da dat dope ima flip like an omelet (uh huh)
This cash it's nothing (uh huh)
Sticks piranhas (uh huh)
Fifties and hundreds (uh huh)
I'm stepping in dolce gabana (uh huh)
Not Lonely I stay with the armor (uh huh)
Since a youngin I always want commas (uh huh)
Wit da pack ima flip like it's tumbling (uh huh)
Wit da dat dope ima flip like an omelet (uh huh)
This cash it's nothing (uh huh)

Stick I got it
Lately been making bank deposits
Cute Lil public figure wonna eat my private
Nieman Marcus look like my closet
We smoke exotic
V-8 engine when we riding
No penny pinching because all of us got it
He mad because we got his bitch out her body
Yeah high tech red yeah yeah yeah yeah
Fuck niggas ain't even have my back but everybody want to lean on me
Riding with piranhas coupe look like a shark and of course that thing on me
Fifty's Hunnits
Blew that shit all in Dolce Gabbana

Sticks piranhas (uh huh)
Fifties and hundreds (uh huh)
I'm stepping in dolce gabana (uh huh)
Not Lonely I stay with the armor (uh huh)
Since a youngin I always want commas (uh huh)
Wit da pack ima flip like it's tumbling (uh huh)
Wit da dat dope ima flip like an omelet (uh huh)
This cash it's nothing (uh huh)
Sticks piranhas (uh huh)
Fifties and hundreds (uh huh)
I'm stepping in dolce gabana (uh huh)
Not Lonely I stay with the armor (uh huh)
Since a youngin I always want commas (uh huh)
Wit da pack ima flip like it's tumbling (uh huh)
Wit da dat dope ima flip like an omelet (uh huh)
This cash it's nothing (uh huh)

High tech red yeah yeah yeah yeah
Uh huh uh huh uh huh



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Writer(s): Jervod Jarvis
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