Sticks Lyrics

Sticks

My niggas we pull up with sticks

Stay with my brother Morty and Rick

Hands in the air when you hear the click

I'm w my dawgs I feel like I'm Vick

I'm number one overall first pick

Stacking that green tall celtics

I put on my kicks and I ball like the Knicks

You niggas y'all making me sick

Ooo I like how she do it

Thirty three Shots in this clip Patrick Ewing

Ooo fuck is you doing

Don't pull out that fire if you ain't gonna shoot it

We havin' some movement

Don't play with the gang send you to your viewing

Put smoke in the air yea we polluting

Y'all niggas y'all crazy y'all niggas y'all foolish

We pull up with sticks and we shoot you like cupid

Just give me the bowl

I'm scraping up all the extras

Might drip when I throw on this sweater

My niggas we pop out with sticks

He said it was smoke and we upping the blick

I ride with them slimes we might snatch ya bitch

And yea that bitch hit she did what she did

I nut in her mouth ain't got no time for no kids

I run up a check and I stack it up

My niggas we balling we get hella bucks

I step on these niggas look up to us

And I might kill that bitch if he fuck with us

Sticks

My niggas we pull up with sticks

Stay with my brother Morty and Rick

Hands in the air when you hear the click

I'm w my dawgs I feel like I'm Vick

I'm number one overall first pick

Stacking that green tall celtics

I put on my kicks and I ball like the Knicks

You niggas y'all making me sick

Got sticks with us

Catch me in the lot, and you gone get yo shit lit up

Getting big money, I done been touched 6 figures

Real bitch getta

Make him empty out the clip, and turn you to a bitch nigga

I got two drums hit a nigga in the liver

This ain't what you want, I got them watching yo lil sister

Rolling up the opps, I been smoking on them killers

Knocked her out her socks, and said she wannna have my children

Gotta dead stock ammunition when I touch da pole

Put a switch on that blicky, now it's time to rock and roll

On my soul I keep stick, cause I can't risk to lose the ball

They be gunnin' down them niggas, but I'm gunnin' for it all

Cause we got

Sticks

My niggas we pull up with sticks

Stay with my brother Morty and Rick

Hands in the air when you hear the click

I'm w my dawgs I feel like I'm Vick

I'm number one overall first pick

Stacking that green tall celtics

I put on my kicks and I ball like the Knicks

You niggas y'all making me sick