Stick Up (feat. High-Q)

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Wake up, break the brick up
Start tongue twistin' on ya sister
Wassup with you kiss ups
Thinkin you should cut your wrists up
Bout to face off like a nip/tuck
A tactician with my vision
Slide between yall like a bishop
Take yo queen like bobby fisher
Hands up, it's a stickup
Hands up, it's a stickup
Hands up, it's a stickup
Hands up, it's a stickup
On your radar like a blip
Makin ripples when we dip
Sh-sh-shootin from the hip but
Every shot hit
Heard you got some loose lips
Better zip em up, quick
Yeah you like to gossip
Yall keep talkin that shit
Hands up, it's a stick up
Like to watch you pussies bleed
Giddiyup, speedy steed
Pussy divin, Scuba Steve
We got AC on the DC
And we doin dirty deeds
That lad High-Q got the dabs
Better keep it low key
On the lookout for some tabs
Hella lonely in my crib
But Uncle Cid just hailed a cab
Everyday we breakin bad
We start smokin like some pistols
Goin RAMBO on a ho
Then she blow us both akimbo
Show us how the bimbo limbo
Sh-sh-show up at your door
Leave yo home with bloody knuckles
Mount your dome up on my buckle
I'm a bucket full of chuckles
Guten tag mother fuckers
I ain't fuckin with you muggles
Got yo goddess undercover
And I'm Foggin up her goggles
Turn her on, I flip that toggle
Hit the throttle, fossil fuels
Time to make her drool, on my tool
Spit shine my family jewels
Nobody told me that this story was a tragic
I got the keys to run this shit but you can have it
Got my wand, in my hand, I cast magic
Money and my happiness, I gotta have it
I can get it by being a little average
See the seams in this dream is woven like fabric
I'm gonna switch it up,
I know you push and shove
I know you feel a lot of shit,
You ain't the only one
F*ck the ceilings
F*ck your feelings
F*ck your dealings
I'm the villain
Get the f*ck up out my way
Reel em in then I filet
Stay the realest everyday
Hate to rain on your parade
But I don't play no games so suck a dick
Won't play in your charades
HANDS UP ITS A STICK UP
HANDS UP MOTHERFUCKER
HANDS UP ITS A STICK UP
HANDS UP MOTHERFUCKER
HANDS UP ITS A STICK UP
HANDS UP MOTHERFUCKER
HANDS UP ITS A STICK UP
HANDS UP MOTHERFUCKER
Now hold up wait a tick
Might throw a narcissistic fit n
Throw you bitches in a pit n
Roll the credits on that flick
Yeah I'm like patty with the biscuits
Playin cricket with your giblets
Eat that pussy like some brisket
Think you know who is the sickest
Hands up, it's a stickup
And this shit gets Risky Business
Say I ain't a fuckin' menace
Ima make you pay your penance
I ain't kitten witchu pussies
I'm just kickin' up dust
Watch me lay it on the ground
Let you bitches pick it up
Ima tear the house down
While my homies build me up
Catch ya with your pants down
Hands up, it's a stickup
No more hiccups,
I'm a stickler for my hitters
We might roll up in a pick up
Windows cracked and get to
Blastin, speed assassin
Bout to cash in on my passion
Got a stash up in my mansion
Got the shine but I ain't flashin'
(Ooooo)
Strahhman tag me in,
Got the clips loaded up,
Got the sights sighted in,
Slaying beats like Kylo Ren,
Ima back with my crew
Like, look what it do,
We about to break through,
Like a busty pair of boobs
Get the body bags out,
Bodies flooding, no drought,
Count em up like COVID cases,
Leave them missin' half their faces,
Yeah they call me the commander,
Always putting down the hammer,
Got the ember burning like charmander,
Fuckas blind like Stevie wonder,
Bust in with my AK and
Let it, l-let it spray,
Get you down, on your knees
And make you my fuckin prey
Bullets flying through the air
Cuz you know I don't fuckin' play,
Barrels getting hotter than the middle of the fuckin' day
High-q done smoke so much weed,
I be thirsty I need Hi-C, yeah
Rhymes like a nursery
Red bringing the surgery
All about the currency
Currently with ya girl ya see,
Slayed that pussy like I'm Freddy,
Shot her in the eye, she Fetty
WAP, it's so wet, eat it up,
That's some good spaghetti
Ugly Betty givin heady
Jaw breakin, Ed Edd n Eddy
Hit it bare she call me Teddy
Don't ask me, I'm always ready
Heavy when she flow
Get it Red,
Popin cherries like confetti
She so hairy, call it yeti
Mnmnmnmnn…
Ayy, life's a shit show
Not too late to buy a ticket
Yeah these crackers brought the dacquer
Make you wobble with the rickets
I'm a figment of your mental
But you'd swear I was the realest
How I tear apart your ligaments
Got yo ass in a predicament
Finger itchin on the trigger
He's all talk, well how ya figure?
Cut ya with a jagged blade
And show up jiggin at your vigil, so
Say I ain't a villain
Bitch I've killed men over chiclets
Bet you thought I was the chillest
Buddy you just made my shit list
(You just made my shit list)
(You just made my shit list)
(You just made my shit list)
(You just made my shit list)
You just made my, made my)

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