I ride around wit a stick
If that nigga keep talkin
We shootin his shit
Uhhh
All of my niggas we bout it
We dont fuck w ice
We spend money on clips
Uhhh
Smokin og
This that gas
Its that shit u can smell
All the way from the zip
Uhhh
I got a blade on the strap
So you finna get poked
If a young nigga miss
Uhh
PULL UP W THAT LLAMA
ITS GON
KICK THAT
BITCH BACK
UH
PULL UP TO DA CRIB
LIL BICH sheGON
THROW THAT SHIT BACK
UH
IF THAT NIGGA BREATHIN
WE GON SPIN HIS SHIT BACK
UH
KYOTO WIT THE SHITS
LIL NIGGA
I CANNOT LACK
UH
These niggas suck
Mm
Lets go run it up
I just wanna smoke some dope
And maybe pipe a slut
I just wanna count some bread
And make a lot of guap
Who these niggas talkin bout
They cannot fw us
Ohh
These niggas soft
No play dough
Mmm
Iron on me
Ain't no wrinkle
Mmm
I might just run up the pesos
Mm
I might just fuck up them bands
Hoe
I MIGHT
FUCK UP
HEY
I THINK YOUR LUCKS DONE
HEY
ANTI SOCIAL
SO IM FINNA LET MY STICK TALK HEY
I FEEL LIKE QUANKK
THE WAY MY GLICK ITS FINNA SPIT OFF
HEY
IF HE RUN UP
THEN THIS BLADE
ITS FINNA RIP EM
HEY
I LET MY STICK TALK
I LET MY STICK TALK
I LET MY STICK TALK
I LET MY STICK TALK