Stick Lyrics – Various Artists

Stick Lyrics by Various Artists

I got the time, ayy
It’s up and it’s stuck, and it’s stuck where it’s up, fah
Hahaha (****, like you? Pray for me, , pray for me folks)
Oh, I know you n#gg#s ain’t seen this comin’ (On me, bro, **** like this, bro)

I mean, normally around this time, I’d ask if you was ready (Turn me the **** up, bruh)
But I know there’s no way you n#gg#s was ready for what’s about to happen (AraabMUZIK)
Stick, stick, stick (b#tch), stick (Boom, Gangsta)
Stick, stick (b#tch), stick (b#tch), stick

I got a new stick (b#tch), I got a new stick (b#tch, boom)
I got a new stick (Boom), I got a new stick (Boom)
Stick (b#tch), stick (b#tch), stick (b#tch), stick (Yeah)
Stick (Yeah), stick (Yeah), stick (Yeah), stick

I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick, b#tch)
I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick, b#tch)
I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick, b#tch)
I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick)

If I see that n#gg#, I’ma wet his ho #ss up
Roll down the window (Brrrd), roll up the window (Ooh)
Roll down the window (Brrrd), roll up the window (Ooh)
Roll down the window (Brrrd), roll up the window (Ooh)

Roll down the window (Yeah, uh), roll up the window (Okay)
Hand on my dick and my hand on my gun
One is for shootin’ and one is for fun
n#gg#s trippin’ off of 151

Black & Milds burnin’ under the sun
Black and brown kids, young or they dumb?
Sack a town, where you mama’nem from?
Gather ’round, runnin’ all of your sh#t

But what did you get? (New stick)
I say it’s up (I got a new stick), that means it’s stuck
Run out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck
One in the crib (I got a new stick), I got one in the truck

One in the tip ’cause bloody ain’t ducked
Step a foot up on the yard and get struck
Everyone I grew around was a thug
Thought he was a shooter, thought he was tough

Found his body coolin’ out in the cut
Shit, Fulton County, fifty cal’ in the tuck
**** around and shoot the cavalry up
Bullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis

We got calibers, categorized
FN, b#tch, capitalized
Better recogn—
I got sick and tired of lettin’ b#tches slide (I got a new stick)

So I’m in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)
If I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)
Smell a b#tch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride
First time, secondline, second time, bloodline

Third time, even *** dyin’, takin’ one of mine
I’m on Campbell Road with a chopper from Columbine
Creepin’ on the cracker tryna colonize
Leave God out of this, JID

Stick (Yeah), stick (Yeah), stick (Yeah), stick (b#tch)
Stick (Yeah), stick (Yeah), stick (Yeah), stick
I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick, ow)
I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick)

I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick)
I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick)
Yeah, b#tch, pull up proper (b#tch)
Dance on the p#ss#, I salsa (Cha-cha)

I am not from Earth (Hell nah)
Sheck Wes pulled up in the saucer (Ooh, b#tch)
I heard you fell in love with that b#tch (b#tch)
Sheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (Ow)

Sheck Wes, I’ma a muh****in’ monster (Yeah)
I came out the water like the Loch Ness (Yeah)
My n#gg#s on the block with no options (No)
They smokin’ n#gg#s like high grabba (Grabba, grabba)

I bought a new stick (b#tch), came with a new b#tch (b#tch)
Bought the ho new kicks (Walkin’), off the music
b#tch, I got rich, left you n#gg#s clueless
Got a couple cribs, got a couple whips

I don’t wanna do sh#t (No), nah, I don’t wanna do sh#t
Now hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don’t get stagnant
Hood girls and models all in these pageants
You don’t know my neck, b#tch, I been havin’

I ain’t Internet, these n#gg#s been laggin’
Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet
Spit fire like a REF pilot
Steal a n#gg# b#tch, I feel like Aladdin

Me and my white friends gon’ get blasted off the (Stick)
A’ight, so check it out
You n#gg#s over here talkin’ ’bout festivals
I’m thinkin’ more like invasions

You gon’ stop playin’ on Dreamville’s top (Gangsta Grillz)
Like n#gg#s don’t run this
Uh (Oh, sh#t)
Pray for me, God’s got a play for me

Me and them are not standin’ adjacently (No way)
Thirsty for the clout, talkin’ too brazenly
Bullet hit his mouth, at least he die tastefully (Oh, sh#t)
Good Lord has never forsaken me

In God, I trust, so I get money faithfully (Hahaha), not just occasionally
Got to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (Yeah)
I know you p#ss#, the secret’s not safe with me
You crazy you think you gon’ take from me (Yeah)

Not for extortin’, treat problems like Orkin
I call up some n#gg#s I know that’s gon’ spray for me (Woo, woo, woo, brrrd)
Speakin’ in code case they tapin’ me
Let off the whole ****in’ clip, leave a vacancy (Bah, bah, bah, bah)

I’m ’bout that two with the six, so I’m basically reppin’ more shooters than Rich Paul’s agency
They get to clutchin’, you best get to duckin’ like 6’7″ n#gg#s that’s dunkin’ for Oregon
Money so long, if I start in the South and then spread this sh#t it out, it be touchin’, like, Portland
So it’s no wonder I’m walkin’ with caution

I know that God got his grace with me
But I still treat a ride through the hood like a hike through the woods
Got a stick that I take with me
Stick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)

Stick, stick, stick, stick (Welcome to D-Day, suckers)
I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick)
I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick)
I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick)

I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick)
Dreamville
Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grillz, new)
Lit up the air, n#gg#s in here (Stick)

Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (New)
Lit up the air, n#gg#s in here (Stick)
Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (New)
Lit up the sh—, n#gg#s in here (Stick)

Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (New)
Lit up the air, n#gg#s in here (Stick)
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Various Artists Lyrics – Stick

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