Stick Up
Uh uh
Uh uh
Uh uh
Uh uh
Uh uh
Yea, get it and we gone
I got bands on bands I hold it to my dome
I got too much fetty, bank think something wrong
So much green, these roots becoming overgrown
Shit is bad enough, I never would've known
I move pounds and now my momma off the dope
I'ma take yuh bitch, right here this shit a stick up
I got pictures of us ramming, you could pick up
Ain't no room to breathe
I got bitches in my britches, bitch I'm rich ill take the fee
Bitch I'm smokin on them fumes
I been tokin on them trees
I be cookin up that dope shit, I been servin up these fiends
Bitch I'm gone, yea dozin off
I was dabbin off my ass for way too long
I was servin up that honey to the bees
Ima please, then I'm finna leave
Yea Yea uh uh
Yea, get it and we gone
I got bands on bands I hold it to my dome
I got too much fetty, bank think something wrong
So much green, these roots becoming overgrown
Shit is bad enough, I never would've known
I move pounds and now my momma off the dope
I'ma take yuh bitch, right here this shit a stick up
I got pictures of us ramming, you could pick up
Yeah, you could pick up, yeah
Shawty, you want me pick her, yeah
I been slurrin all my words, I'm off the liquor, yeah
Shawty say I'm fuckin' with her, I'm a trickster, yeah
Shake the whole damn place, you feel it on the Richter scale
Make it quake, bound to make it shake
Ain't got time to waste, I told that bitch, come andale
I don't like delay
Only when it follow what I say
You can hear my voice been echoing throughout the fuckin' place
That shit ringing in their ears
Drippin blood and sheddin tears
I'ma haunt your ass for years
Wreakin havoc on my peers
They gon' ask, "the fuck he on?
I need that shit, so bring it here"
Bitch I'm right where I belong, I ain't need to make it clear
I been zooted off my ass, but I don't mind
Tryna steal my soul too bad, this shit ain't mine
Better speed it up, we runnin' out light
He said "I'm comin for you" Put it on my life
Yea, get it and we gone
I got bands on bands I hold it to my dome
I got too much fetty, bank think something wrong
So much green, these roots becoming overgrown
Shit is bad enough, I never would've known
I move pounds and now my momma off the dope
I'ma take yuh bitch, right here this shit a stick up
I got pictures of us ramming, you could pick up
Uh uh
Uh uh
Uh uh
Uh uh
Yea, get it and we gone
I got bands on bands I hold it to my dome
I got too much fetty, bank think something wrong
So much green, these roots becoming overgrown
Shit is bad enough, I never would've known
I move pounds and now my momma off the dope
I'ma take yuh bitch, right here this shit a stick up
I got pictures of us ramming, you could pick up
Ain't no room to breathe
I got bitches in my britches, bitch I'm rich ill take the fee
Bitch I'm smokin on them fumes
I been tokin on them trees
I be cookin up that dope shit, I been servin up these fiends
Bitch I'm gone, yea dozin off
I was dabbin off my ass for way too long
I was servin up that honey to the bees
Ima please, then I'm finna leave
Yea Yea uh uh
Yea, get it and we gone
I got bands on bands I hold it to my dome
I got too much fetty, bank think something wrong
So much green, these roots becoming overgrown
Shit is bad enough, I never would've known
I move pounds and now my momma off the dope
I'ma take yuh bitch, right here this shit a stick up
I got pictures of us ramming, you could pick up
Yeah, you could pick up, yeah
Shawty, you want me pick her, yeah
I been slurrin all my words, I'm off the liquor, yeah
Shawty say I'm fuckin' with her, I'm a trickster, yeah
Shake the whole damn place, you feel it on the Richter scale
Make it quake, bound to make it shake
Ain't got time to waste, I told that bitch, come andale
I don't like delay
Only when it follow what I say
You can hear my voice been echoing throughout the fuckin' place
That shit ringing in their ears
Drippin blood and sheddin tears
I'ma haunt your ass for years
Wreakin havoc on my peers
They gon' ask, "the fuck he on?
I need that shit, so bring it here"
Bitch I'm right where I belong, I ain't need to make it clear
I been zooted off my ass, but I don't mind
Tryna steal my soul too bad, this shit ain't mine
Better speed it up, we runnin' out light
He said "I'm comin for you" Put it on my life
Yea, get it and we gone
I got bands on bands I hold it to my dome
I got too much fetty, bank think something wrong
So much green, these roots becoming overgrown
Shit is bad enough, I never would've known
I move pounds and now my momma off the dope
I'ma take yuh bitch, right here this shit a stick up
I got pictures of us ramming, you could pick up
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Writer(s): Rene Favela
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