STICK UP ft. SPACE Lyrics

Still got a problem with a nigga that confusing

Fill up a chopper, pull the trigger, leave them oozing

Big guns, big bullets, body bag, ooh

Killed me a opposite and sipped, get to snoozing

Four in my soda, uncracked, that was proven

Big bro test if you slack then you're losing

Your life with this shit

Cause I swear we ain't moving

Road to the money, made a route with the music Hold up, yeah, hold up, nah, uh

Nah fuck that, this a stick up

Your hoe down south, giving dome until she hiccup

Married to the money, I won't hit another bitch up The bars on spice, I be fresh when I get on

I'm just tryna have a couple milli I can sit on

1.2 for the brand new McLaren

Bad bitch reserved my flight, name's Sharon

Ugh, they be like, sir, you don't even know if he got money like he claim

And I swear it's all good, that nigga ran off with the dough

But I promise that it's straight, whole family on look at in the hood

Got me mad so his niggas posted in the woods Machete, get the chopper, don't get it misunderstood

Still got the Glocks and the pans for the cookin

I was down bad, she ain't wanna give me nookie Nigga, you a rookie, if I'm on money, don't

be tryna play hooky

Breaking bad, breaking bones, nigga, I'm a

bookie

Ain't shit changed, still looking

Down for the count, nigga's pussy l

Out and about, don't push me

I be tryna tell folk I ain't for the bullshit

They can get a full clip, ooh

Chest shot, neck shot, face shot, ooh

Block hot, I'm hot, they not, ooh

Glock pop, what they say bout dude

He a real killer, yeah, ight that's my mood

Niggas ain't real,

Say you hang around a hundred motherfuckers

Yeah, I give a fuck how you feel

Round finna spill, can't believe I thought about signing a deal

We could do alone, time to run a mill

Space Invaders, nigga, yeah, mm, yeah

Big guns, big bullets, body bag, ooh

Killed me a opposite and sipped, get to snoozing

Four in my soda, uncracked, that was proven

Big bro test if you slack then you're losing

Your life with this shit

Cause I swear we ain't moving

Road to the money, made a route with the music

Hold up, yeah, hold up, hold up, yeah, bitch, yeah

Hold up, yeah, hold up, hold up, yeah, ah