CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Stick Gang!
Yeah, walk around with a stick
Walk around with a? (F**k you n***a)
Yeah, walk around with a stick (Yeah)
Walk around with with ya?
Yeah, ride around with with ya b*t*h (Yeah)
Know I got a n***a p*ssed (Yeah)
Know I got a n***a sick (Yeah)
Lil' n***a you a b*t*h (Yeah)
You ain't gon' do sh*t (Yeah)
Shooters always on my d**k (Yeah)
Hit a b*t*h, then I dip (Yeah)
I hit once and then I quit (Yeah)
Get my nut, n***a, on to the next (Yeah)
Lil' shawty so pressed (Yeah)
I only f**ked up by the ten (Yeah)
Go ball out, I could play for the Nets (Yeah)
Go ball out, put a ten on the net (Yeah)
These b*t*hes want sex (Yeah)
I just want them checks (Them checks)
I just want them (I just want them)
I just want them?
Yo gang [?]
Hop out the spot in the back of the buildin'
My ex b*t*h hit my phone, man I hung up the phone
Doin' all that trippin'
Seen the pack went missin'
I got a lotta' drop in the kitchen
I got a couple hoes in my kitchen
.24's in that van like a hit
New phone, when it ring I be trippin'
I be on 50, this sh*t expensive
What you want? Hell yeah
And my jeans, and my gla**es, cost amount
What you want? What you mean?
He talk bad, then throw him out
Tell bro come out, gotta hold him down
Dope man out, made the hoes pop out
N***a can't stand me, sit down
I feel like [?] my town
You ain't even been down
You should put me in for the count
Yeah, I sip red lean like the count
If it ain't pesos I don't count it
If he keep f**kin' around he outta here
Keep on playin' with this b*t*h, I'm outta here
30-round, get that lil' b*t*h up outta here
Big gun, its mother f**kin' lot in here
Walk around with a stick, aye
Walk around with a stick
Did a couple rounds with yo b*t*h
I bust a nut n***a, then I quit
I need my bucks n***a, need it quick
Shawty a sl*t, she be doin' d**k
Run up a bag, spend it all on Ricks
.40 on me, and it came with kick
.40 on me and it came with kick
Shawty wanna chill, I'ma f**k, I'ma dip
I'm in the bed wrapped up like a zip
I don't gotta talk, she know who I is
I'm tryna f**k, you gon' go to the crib
I'ma young n***a, I came from the brick
I got a Glock I don't care about no hands
N***a wanna fight but I know he a fan
I got Kel-Tec, blow like a fan
High like a b*t*h 'cause I'm off of the a xan
I know she give good neck like Pam
But I'ma kick her a** out like pam
She textin' my phone, she part of the spam
You 21, you ain't touch two bands
Yeah, smile for the cam
Don't play the games, we ridin' around
We pull out them sticks, we could go right now
We sellin' the drank off a script right now
Might just go pour me a 4 right now
Look at my b*t*h, wow
Your ho be in my DM, she want me to take her out
Ain't cuff no ho, cut that out
Take her back home, all in her mouth
I can't believe it, wanna know why?
I got hoes that no lie, they know I'ma fly guy
They don't wanna test the squad
On my soul, don't want no war
Wanna beef, then we need more
Talk that sh*t, we up five more
We takin' over, this by force
Did this sh*t like number four (Like number four)
Walk around with a? (F**k you n***a)
Yeah, walk around with a stick (Yeah)
Walk around with with ya?
Yeah, ride around with with ya b*t*h (Yeah)
Know I got a n***a p*ssed (Yeah)
Know I got a n***a sick (Yeah)
Lil' n***a you a b*t*h (Yeah)
You ain't gon' do sh*t (Yeah)
Shooters always on my d**k (Yeah)
Hit a b*t*h, then I dip (Yeah)
I hit once and then I quit (Yeah)
Get my nut, n***a, on to the next (Yeah)
Lil' shawty so pressed (Yeah)
I only f**ked up by the ten (Yeah)
Go ball out, I could play for the Nets (Yeah)
Go ball out, put a ten on the net (Yeah)
These b*t*hes want sex (Yeah)
I just want them checks (Them checks)
I just want them (I just want them)
I just want them?
Yo gang [?]
Hop out the spot in the back of the buildin'
My ex b*t*h hit my phone, man I hung up the phone
Doin' all that trippin'
Seen the pack went missin'
I got a lotta' drop in the kitchen
I got a couple hoes in my kitchen
.24's in that van like a hit
New phone, when it ring I be trippin'
I be on 50, this sh*t expensive
What you want? Hell yeah
And my jeans, and my gla**es, cost amount
What you want? What you mean?
He talk bad, then throw him out
Tell bro come out, gotta hold him down
Dope man out, made the hoes pop out
N***a can't stand me, sit down
I feel like [?] my town
You ain't even been down
You should put me in for the count
Yeah, I sip red lean like the count
If it ain't pesos I don't count it
If he keep f**kin' around he outta here
Keep on playin' with this b*t*h, I'm outta here
30-round, get that lil' b*t*h up outta here
Big gun, its mother f**kin' lot in here
Walk around with a stick, aye
Walk around with a stick
Did a couple rounds with yo b*t*h
I bust a nut n***a, then I quit
I need my bucks n***a, need it quick
Shawty a sl*t, she be doin' d**k
Run up a bag, spend it all on Ricks
.40 on me, and it came with kick
.40 on me and it came with kick
Shawty wanna chill, I'ma f**k, I'ma dip
I'm in the bed wrapped up like a zip
I don't gotta talk, she know who I is
I'm tryna f**k, you gon' go to the crib
I'ma young n***a, I came from the brick
I got a Glock I don't care about no hands
N***a wanna fight but I know he a fan
I got Kel-Tec, blow like a fan
High like a b*t*h 'cause I'm off of the a xan
I know she give good neck like Pam
But I'ma kick her a** out like pam
She textin' my phone, she part of the spam
You 21, you ain't touch two bands
Yeah, smile for the cam
Don't play the games, we ridin' around
We pull out them sticks, we could go right now
We sellin' the drank off a script right now
Might just go pour me a 4 right now
Look at my b*t*h, wow
Your ho be in my DM, she want me to take her out
Ain't cuff no ho, cut that out
Take her back home, all in her mouth
I can't believe it, wanna know why?
I got hoes that no lie, they know I'ma fly guy
They don't wanna test the squad
On my soul, don't want no war
Wanna beef, then we need more
Talk that sh*t, we up five more
We takin' over, this by force
Did this sh*t like number four (Like number four)
