Bundle Of Sticks
(Thanks Yakree)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I really done ran up my dollars
I signed me a deal with Connor
I'm fucking your bitch from the back
And she told me she really don't know her father
And she sucked my dick so good
I'm like, "God damn, lil' bitch you teeth-less"
And these niggas don't want no smoke
I'm ready for war like General Grievous
Niggas hate on me because I really ran my bag up
Fucked a niggas bitch, so that's the reason why he act up
Tell that nigga Shuey he should go and pick his man's up
I'm talking 'bout TwoThree 'cause he broke, and he don't got a job
No, I'm not Will.i.am, but she suck my dick like, "Oh my God"
And all my niggas they come from the bottom, but no, I'm not talking 'bout Patrick
And I was just stuck in Moline, I slept on the floor, ain't have me a mattress
And I walked around with a bundle of sticks, so I guess you can say I'm a faggot
Turn my main bitch to my side bitch, and my side bitch to my main
And my young niggas don't play around, they be steady looking for stains
Got a twenty-ounce in that laundry, I got dirty clothes in my cup
Got yo' main bitch on her knees, like Meek Mill told her, "Get up" (Get up)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I really done ran up my dollars
I signed me a deal with Connor
I'm fucking your bitch from the back
And she told me she really don't know her father
And she sucked my dick so good
I'm like, "God damn, lil' bitch you teeth-less"
And these niggas don't want no smoke
I'm ready for war like General Grievous
Niggas hate on me because I really ran my bag up
Fucked a niggas bitch, so that's the reason why he act up
Tell that nigga Shuey he should go and pick his man's up
I'm talking 'bout TwoThree 'cause he broke, and he don't got a job
No, I'm not Will.i.am, but she suck my dick like, "Oh my God"
And all my niggas they come from the bottom, but no, I'm not talking 'bout Patrick
And I was just stuck in Moline, I slept on the floor, ain't have me a mattress
And I walked around with a bundle of sticks, so I guess you can say I'm a faggot
(Get up)
(Get up)
(Get up)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I really done ran up my dollars
I signed me a deal with Connor
I'm fucking your bitch from the back
And she told me she really don't know her father
And she sucked my dick so good
I'm like, "God damn, lil' bitch you teeth-less"
And these niggas don't want no smoke
I'm ready for war like General Grievous
Niggas hate on me because I really ran my bag up
Fucked a niggas bitch, so that's the reason why he act up
Tell that nigga Shuey he should go and pick his man's up
I'm talking 'bout TwoThree 'cause he broke, and he don't got a job
No, I'm not Will.i.am, but she suck my dick like, "Oh my God"
And all my niggas they come from the bottom, but no, I'm not talking 'bout Patrick
And I was just stuck in Moline, I slept on the floor, ain't have me a mattress
And I walked around with a bundle of sticks, so I guess you can say I'm a faggot
Turn my main bitch to my side bitch, and my side bitch to my main
And my young niggas don't play around, they be steady looking for stains
Got a twenty-ounce in that laundry, I got dirty clothes in my cup
Got yo' main bitch on her knees, like Meek Mill told her, "Get up" (Get up)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I really done ran up my dollars
I signed me a deal with Connor
I'm fucking your bitch from the back
And she told me she really don't know her father
And she sucked my dick so good
I'm like, "God damn, lil' bitch you teeth-less"
And these niggas don't want no smoke
I'm ready for war like General Grievous
Niggas hate on me because I really ran my bag up
Fucked a niggas bitch, so that's the reason why he act up
Tell that nigga Shuey he should go and pick his man's up
I'm talking 'bout TwoThree 'cause he broke, and he don't got a job
No, I'm not Will.i.am, but she suck my dick like, "Oh my God"
And all my niggas they come from the bottom, but no, I'm not talking 'bout Patrick
And I was just stuck in Moline, I slept on the floor, ain't have me a mattress
And I walked around with a bundle of sticks, so I guess you can say I'm a faggot
(Get up)
(Get up)
(Get up)
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Writer(s): Davion Blessing
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