Sticks With Me

Lyrics

I really can't even think right now
 I want a Xan', but I ain't got nothin' to drink (WassamWop)
 Shawty say she need me and I ain't never needed her
 Not for anything and that don't make sense to me
 All I'll ever need is 4KTrey and many men
 And all of this money and these motherfuckin' sticks with me
 Oh-ooh, all these fuckin' shots with me, hah
 Yeah (free DDawg, nigga, you know what it is with me)
 Fuck these hoes, man, fuck all these niggas
 You know how I get down, Top, yeah
 Dirty-ass nigga, pull up fresher than a newborn
 This shit just got the presto, this that newborn
 Three-five least I could do for 'em
 Try to take it, take off his arm, the first shot, that's the alarm
 You gon' see 'bout twenty niggas right behind me and they all armed
 I go post up in that North like, nigga, I ain't got no worries
 My mama tell me, "Fuck a nigga," she dare one to come through swervin'
 What you said on Instagram?
 He better shoot 'til he can't shoot no more
 Back then on side the CV store, like boy, you know you been a ho
 This thug life shit'll never go, my son be screamin', "Gang, gang"
 His mama call my phone every time she know I left a stain
 Fuck these niggas and fuck all that playin'
 Fuck these cars, I wan' collect your brain
 And if you knew how close I was
 Then bitch, you would wan' do the same
 Glocks out, man down, can't go nowhere we ran down
 What them niggas sayin' now? not a motherfuckin' thing
 Catch you with your pants down, bitch, you ain't gotta stand now
 You know the only reason that we came in contact for to leave a stain
 Ten thousand on me now, this ain't no rap money, nah, nah
 I just pass it to my youngin, he gon' clap somethin', yeah, yeah
 You know we load up soon as we get the drop on 'em and we pop out
 Just keep on with that ra-ra, we spinnin' while the cops out
 I'm poppin' beaucoup Xans like I'm a junky, I don't give no fucks
 Better come correctly, bitch, you paid to slump me, I'ma put you up
 Fuck a push-up, get your weight up, I got my cake up, lil' nigga, yeah
 Got love for different shit, boy
 You ain't on nothin', let's count some heads
 10,000 on me now, this ain't no rap money, nah, nah
 I just pass it to my youngin, he gon' clap somethin', yeah, yeah
 You know we load up soon as we get the drop on 'em and we pop out
 Just keep on with that ra-ra, we spinnin' while the cops out
 Keep it real, bro, we gotta make sure one die today
 If we don't go there
 Nothin' gon' happen 'cause them niggas ain't gon' come this way
 Baton Rouge, know it's dumb this way
 In the North was where my mama stay
 With that blick tucked down inside my waist
 Screamin', "Kill me, bitch," I miss Lil Dave
 They done put bro back inside that cage
 When you think of gang, I'm on the same
 I done put two of them bitches up, it's up, and still got more in vain
 I ain't forget 'bout what you did, my nigga
 All the opps don't know about them pictures
 Nigga don't know I could've been done zipped him
 But it's good, I respect your call, my nigga, I'ma catch 'em
 Shawty say she need me and I ain't never needed her
 Not for anything and that don't make sense to me
 All I'll ever need is 4KTrey and many men
 And all of this money and these motherfuckin' sticks with me
 Oh-ooh, all these fuckin' shots with me, hah, yeah
 Fuck these hoes, man, fuck all these niggas
 You know how I get down, top
 

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Duration
02:49
Key
11
Tempo
86 BPM

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