Correction Lyrics Stick Talk by Juice WRLD

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Yeah, I told slatt I'm finna talk some sh*t, man
We throwin' P's in this b*t*h, man
Throwin' L's in this b*t*h, man
And we throwin' shells in this b*t*h

I'm with my n***a from the Nolia and he down to let it spark
I forgot to mention that my b*t*h got a AR
Got a couple lil' tools, put you in the graveyard
Short barrel AR, but it got a big bark
These ain't no .22 bullets, they leave more than a scar, boy
Hit you up like Lavagirl and leave you swimmin' like Sharkboy
From the Nolia to Chicago, we'll be down to let it spark, boy
Rifle bullets so sharp, thought I hit you with a dart, boy

Best not let me catch you walking through the park, boy
Big bro keep two revolvers, he a cowboy
Leave you with a sh*t bag, you got bloody farts, boy
Infrared dots, let me gеt you in the dark, boy
I ain't gon' say too much, I'm 'bout the action
Lost my brother so I'm nеver with the lackin'
sh*t get bloody, real bloody, no napkin
We was getting sc*mmy for the money, makin' it happen
Grrah, I unload the clip, uh
I ain't going to throw no fist at all, you can suck a d**k, uh
Bullets pin you to the wall, you a poster, kid, uh
Should've stayed your ass in school like you 'posed to, kid
Twelve gauge shotty, I been on my trucker sh*t, uh
SK, no karate, let that motherf**ker kick
Back in the day, I ain't trap on text, hit me on my Kik, uh
Feds ain't catchin' sh*t, uh
Treat this gun like this brick, I'm gon' get that b*t*h off
I'm with my n***a from the Nolia and he down to let it spark
I forgot to mention that my b*t*h got a AR
Got a couple lil' tools, put you in the graveyard
Short barrel AR, but it got a big bark
These ain't no .22 bullets, they leave more than a scar, boy
Hit you up like Lavagirl and leave you swimmin' like Sharkboy
From the Nolia to Chicago, we'll be down to let it spark, boy
Rifle bullets so sharp, thought I hit you with a dart, boy

From the Nolia to Chicago, got 'em killers on deck
Act up if you want, stick gorillas on you
Banana clips for the monkeys that been comin' at us
And they ain't runnin' up on us, they probably runnin' from us
Tattoos on my body, I need tears by my eyes
In my dirt, I admit it, but I'm still here alive
Tryna thrive, tryna vibe to survive, get the bands
Look at my closet, you gon' think I came from Afghanistan
I don't talk sh*t, I let the stick talk sh*t
Shots hit him in his chest, got him crip walkin'
I'ma limp like a pimp, that's the stick walkin'
When I close, when I aim like Slick Rick popped him
Shout out Herbo, that's my slime, shout out Bibby, he gon' ride
Shout out Maneski, he gon' pull up with them guns and make 'em fly
Shoutout D from the Nolia, catch 'em and shoot 'em by my side
Heatseekers in his Glizzy, you can't run and you can't hide
I'm with my n***a from the Nolia and he down to let it spark
I forgot to mention that my b*t*h got a AR
Got a couple lil' tools, put you in the graveyard
Short barrel AR, but it got a big bark
These ain't no .22 bullets, they leave more than a scar, boy
Hit you up like Lavagirl and leave you swimmin' like Sharkboy
From the Nolia to Chicago, we'll be down to let it spark, boy
Rifle bullets so sharp, thought I hit you with a dart, boy

I don't talk sh*t, I let the stick talk sh*t
Shots to his chest, got him crip walkin'
I been gettin' high off the Skywalk sh*t
Then I mix it up with the Moonrock sh*t
Stick talk, let the stick talk sh*t
Shots to his chest, got him crip walkin'
I been gettin' high off the Skywalk sh*t
Then I mix it up with the Moonrock sh*t
b*t*h, NLMB, shout out NLMB, man
Shout out my n***a D, man
Shout out Maneski, shout out Herbo, shout out Kyro
Shout out Bibby, shout out G-Money, n***a
NLMB the gang, n***a
Never Leave My Brothers, n***a
No Limit Muskegon Boys, n***a
f**k-n***a, b*t*h
And I'm mad, n***a

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