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I gotta bring me a stick can't gun me down

I got the lean and drugs the only thing that bring me round, yeah

Too many sticks in the back of the case, don't give a fuck if 12 pull round

I gotta keep me a vase, holdin' a chopper, I don't have to knock

Keep me that green up in my sock, call me, I'm countin got all the guap

cL gang I'll keep it forever, can't be like me, cause I'll never tell

This ice on my neck come from wishing well

Red beam, green beam, blue beam

Just for the money, I'm makin' a spell, the oppas is gone, so who gonna knock

Slide wit my team, you know we on lock, I always wanted all these rocks

I gotta choppa I'm keepin it loaded , ain't wasting no time, I'm keeping it rollin

This shit look like glitter the way that it glowing

I'm steady, I'm faded, and I keep it rollin

Pass me the blunt, I'll give me the puff

Too many hoes in the back, just bluff

You hearin' the beat, this shit sound tuff

My lyrics, they flowin', they goin' on talk

Can't fuck with these hoes, can't fuck with no bop

I just been high, been high in the spot

Faygo I'm pouring then Sprite that I'm mixin

I love all these diamonds the way that they blissin

My teeth they on froze, it feel like a blizzard

I'm sippin' codeine, but I never mix it

I'm turnin' this shit back, back of the pistol

Feel like a ref cause I'm blowin' the whistle

Detroit the beat, I feel like the pistons

I'm sippin' too much, yeah, the piss turnin' purple

We spinnin it back, we doin' a circle

I'm smokin' these blunts, this shit is eternal

Rollin' it up, rollin' the herbal

See through the scope, and this shit turnin' thermal

I gotta bring me a stick, can't gun me down

Yeah, I gotta lean and drugs the only thing that bring me round

Yeah, too many sticks in the back of the case

Hold on, wait till your man get gunned down

Wear it on my back, it feelin' like spray ground

Lookin like bitches, y'all lookin' like damn clowns

Give me a stick, this clip I'm unloading

When I spin, you ain't even knowing

I'm takin' a drink, I'm keepin' it goin

Gettin so high that I feel like I'm floatin'

CL gang you know that we own it

Say you got guap but it ain't showin

I made the money, yeah, daily deposit

Keep you in play, yeah, I feel like a bound

pull up, I swerve, and I'ma have to block it

There's two killers in the back, just popped it

This one way, so I gotta be first

Hittin' that bitch, then I hit it reverse

Wearin designer, wear on my shirt

Ain't gonna find, if you try search

Pull up, wit twin, yeah, we gon' lurk

Once you go down, might have to skirt

I gotta bring me a stick, can't gun me down

Look for me, and I won't be found

Too much bread, like too many accounts

Too much guap, don't know the amounts

Stay in your lane, can't get out of bounds

Hit him with stick, 200 rounds

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah