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Stick (Original)
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JID
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Part I: Stick It's up and it's stuck, and it's always up F**k 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks On me, bro, f**k 'bout this sh*t, bro Turn me the f**k up, bruh (AraabMUZIK) Stick, stick, (stick) stick, stick (Boom) Stick, stick, stick, stick I got a new stick (B*t*h), I got a new stick (boom) I got a new stick (Boom), I got a new stick (Boom) Stick (B*t*h), stick (B*t*h), stick (B*t*h), stick (b*t*h) Stick (b*t*h), stick (b*t*h), stick (b*t*h), 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) I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick, sh*t) If I see that n***a, I'ma wet his ho a** up Roll down the window (Brrt), roll up the window Roll down the window (Brrt), roll up the window Roll down the window (Brrt), roll up the window Roll down the window (brrt) roll up the window Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new) Lit up the air, n***as in here (Stick) Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (New) Lit up the air, n***as in here (Stick) Stick up thе shell, pick up the shell (Nеw) Lit up the sh—, n***as in here (Stick) Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (New) Lit up the air, n***as in here (Stick) (yeah, uh, okay) Hand on my d**k and my hand on my gun One is for shootin' and one is for fun N***as trippin' off of 151 Black & Milds burnin' under the sun Black and brown kids young or they dumb? Sack a town, where your mom and them from? Gather 'round, run in all of your sh*t But what did you get? (New stick) I say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck Run out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck One in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck One in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck 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 Sh*t, Fulton County, fifty cal' in the tuck F**k around and shoot the cavalry up Bullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis We got calibers, categorized FN, b*t*h, capitalized, better recognize I got sick and tired of lettin' b*t*hes 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*t*h, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride First time, second line, second time, bloodline Third time, even god dyin', takin' one of mine I'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine Creepin' on the cracker tryna colonize Leave God out of this, JID Stick (b*t*h), stick (b*t*h), stick (b*t*h), stick (Boom) Stick (b*t*h), stick (b*t*h), stick (b*t*h), stick (boom) I got a new stick (b*t*h) (what, what) I got a new stick (boom) (what, what) I got a new stick (boom) (what, what) I got a new stick (boom) (what) Part II: Amba**el (Christo) Uh, look, I played the game, I missed the shot I had the answer, then forgot I knew one day my sh*t would pop Finesse phenomenon Flex an awful lot and cut the check Man, I monopolize the set But I been out, up on my sh*t like I can die like any sec Born in the day, the dawn of the dead I don't see nothing but red They gather the blankets, the milk, and the bread I come from the east and I'm traveling west Got a machete, I chop and I chop At the neck of the serpent, determine the plot and the threats It ain't no stopping the gun Poppin', son of God droppin' anybody who next I want a mansion, I got a million advances, I wanna stay in Atlanta Most of 'em move to LA and throw all of they money away and move back with they parents I see the canvas I got the brush in my hand, the colors are mixing again Grabbing my d**k with my hand I drop my nuts, the world is us, ya sl*t Who wanna touch? Who wanna f**k me up? Nobody, my n***as ready to bust Kick in the door when I come out the cut Woah sh*t, Yeah Who wanna touch? Who wanna f**k me up? Nobody, my n***as ready to bust Do what I do and I say what I want, woah sh*t, yeah Mommy, your kid in a magazine, clip in a magazine I put the skid and it's look like it's vaseline It was an accident but she ain't mad me Still wanna grab on me, she sit that a** on me I feel the gravity, I'm in the land of Atlanta, they're having me Hoes were hara**ing me, to come and tackle me Now make a habit and a [?] and then [?] Typing me, d**k in her throat, she gagging I'm, watching her choke, B-Rabbit Young n***a see my b*t*h, nope we haven't He play that player but nope, we smashing Told her Pinocchio, he asking She told me "okey dokey, daddy" Everyone knowin' this open static, he better keep that sh*t cold, [?] I made a nemesis nibble on nine I kept authentic when n***as was lyin' We talking business an M is the minimum, sit on an enema if you don't like it I got the cinnamon seed in my pocket Just in case anyone slid out the pocket Since I done drop yet, since this lil guap hit Can't see if anyone really my partner Who will i touch? Who wanna f**k me up? Nobody, my n***as ready to bust Kick in the door when I came out the cut Free, free, Yeah Who wanna touch? Who wanna f**k me up? Nobody, my n***as ready to bust Say what i say and i do what i does, hm, hm I stretch my legs inside exotic pop I got the guap and start them guaps Chest to chest, a eye for eye, a special tag supply the fire I stretch my legs inside exotic pop Finesse, finesse, it's slime, it's slime Connect, connect, she start the lust I'm bless the bless, i'm tired of god
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