Stick Lyrics

Yuh, aye
Uh, uh, ah
(Stack it up)
Aye, aye, aye, here we go
Yuh, aye, aye, aye, yuh

I remember I was young and reckless
Since a adolescence, codeine my pref' as a beverage
I was in the two-seater with the legs split
Why they tryna hold me down like I'm hell-bent?
Had to sacrifice a lot just to settle in
I ain't really talkin' to ya, my life is a object
Feelin' like a alien that came up out of project
Playin' with my soul like a puppet, do they gotta test?
Now I'm off the Tec, I'm a mess, I don't gotta stress
Got a little treesh on my neck, but I gotta flex
Way that she suck and she swallow, she might just go viral
And I feel like I'm Tyson, they play with my top
I'm defendin' my title, no .223 rifle
With these bands in my hands, I'ma stack it like Eiffel
She used to tell me how you like it, daddy, no Peter Pie though
I was ghost ridin', swimming' through the p*ssy like Otto And I'm too focused on the Perc-10, I apologize
Sadly, we see that he envy me, 'cause we see the despise
Look me dead in my eyes, see a skeleton, fried
Believe me how I'm next, ye, so I'm diggin' the opp
Got my lean out th counter, they said it's a drought
I got Europe hoes global that play with they mouth

Uh, yuh, bust out the rip, right on the hip, ain't no shits, aye, aye
I pour up Tec, I throw a fit, I f*ck a bitch, yeah, aye
Smokin' on runts, now I'm on stick, opps mad as shit, aye, aye
Smokin' on runts, now I'm on stick, opps mad as shit
Uh, yuh, bust out the rip, right on the hip, ain't no shits, aye, aye
I pour up Tec, I throw a fit, I f*ck a bitch, yeah, aye
Smokin' on runts, now I'm on stick, opps mad as shit, aye, aye
Smokin' on runts, now I'm on stick, opps mad as shit, uh

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