stick up boyz

huh

huhhh

uh

uh

100 grand

rubber band

a nigga low

a wanted man

sure you're right

i know ya high

talkin' crazy

run for your life

they can't believe

nuttin' new hot as me

money can't buy the streets

i been paid

my men spray

100 rounds

sound like merengue

or the nolia clap

it's only rap

that's what they thought

now it's 40 on ya hat

what's the matter huh

i'm the new breath of fresh air

like a asthma pump

representing

my militant squad that snatch you out ya car that you're renting

told 'kon put ya leg up

five stacks on the floor

watch homie fuckin' dig up

if you hit me i'm a hit ya back

we got 'em on the rose

oww

if you stick me i'm a stick you back

i got 'em fuckin' with hoes

oww

make ya get 'em girl

gunnin'

we down

we done stick 'em

big mac come they sorry they ever dick him

cop a 7

we drivin' late in the sixes

convicts

gun under the armpit

ow ow

lightin' niggas up with the heater bro

my seat is low

they fold up like that peter rowe

get 'em in the mood off the versatile

squirt it loud

baby let me beat

kuz i can make it worth ya while

i can do it easy

sleazy

niggas speak and revokin' my bail

they be scared to smoke it in jail

well

i was weekly

creeply

sticks

smoked 'em at a fast pace

kuz mami this ya last take

came in

only dropped the the glee way

had 'em play djs

heat spray

we spray the enemies

frienemies?

big'll wiggle like the centipede

yeah

i be in and out

i can clear the tenants out

i can clear ya minutes out with one conversation

waitin'

stakin' in the hallway

pacin'

niggas they be hatin'

makin' shit that don't matter to the game

kuz most of you niggas is lames

ow

if you hit me i'm a hit ya back

we got 'em on the rose

oww

if you stick me i'm a stick you back

i got 'em fuckin' with hoes

oww

make ya get 'em girl

gunnin'

we down

we done stick 'em

big mac come they sorry they ever dick him

cop a 7

we drivin' late in the sixes

convicts

gun under the armpit

ow ow

shorty from the lou'

she take it in the cunt

and niggas talkin' crazy

i'm shakin' in my boots

a couple thou

i'm mr. childs

street nigga

like kevin chiles

you got a v6

i got a 6 v's

my young boys turn ya brains to swiss cheese

a proper team

i mean badabing

with a model bitch in the back gargling

i'm so high

open cooch baby

i told grease

let me loose baby

coupe 280

flyin' through 80

r.i.p. to my dude adee

my transition is phenomenal

still hop out

cop tapes and amadu

my lil' brother bail

'bout a half a mill

french montana

everything signed and sealed

if you hit me i'm a hit ya back

we got 'em on the rose

oww

if you stick me i'm a stick you back

i got 'em fuckin' with hoes

oww

make ya get 'em girl

gunnin'

we down

we done stick 'em

big mac come they sorry they ever dick him

cop a 7

we drivin' late in the sixes

convicts

gun under the armpit

ow ow