Stick Em Up
by Gucci Mane

pull up in the old school with the hub caps, got my black tee, ones, and my skull cap, stick em up, stick em up, stick em up, stick em up, stick em up, stick em up, stick em up, ye aint know
i aint come to play and i aint come to laugh, all i gotta say is nigga put it in da bag, stick em up, stick em up, stick em up, stick em up, stick em up, stick em up, stick em up, ye aint know

(verse 1: Gucci Mane)
you know the procedure, when u see a heater
bullets rippin at ya, gotcha runnin like a cheetah
rob in my black tee, mob in my black v
robbed the weed mane cause the nigga tried to tax me
ye aint gotta ask me, tell me where the stacks be
hittin big licks got me ballin like an athelete
used to take starter coats, moved up to bigger dope
down for a kicked door, just to make my wrist glow
steal from the rich, but i hang with the po' folk
ball till ya fall, but dont ball till ya go broke
gucci mane la chat, we in and out the trap fast
leavin out ya house, 30 birds in my bookbag


(verse 2: la chat)

ok... check that bitch that wake up early in the morning, lookin for a victim
the first nigga look like dollas, tryna holla, im gone get em
i got no time for relationships, im out to get that cheese
even if i have to kill u bitch my son i gotta feed
im at the mall, im poppin tags with shoppin bags so style
i found a duck i can pluck, that nigga that asked me out
whoa, hold up my nigga u must dont know i gotta get ya
you told yo boy i gotta big ass, but boy my nine is bigga
im waitin on him to pull up at the spot i see he clean
that boy sittin on them things, a iced out chain, and a big ass ring
he said lets go to the movies i told him lets go to the room
this nigga think he got a freak, but mine is do the fool
we get to the room, i let him rub, i let him get a lil touch
i told him hold up stop, lemme go to the bathroom and freshen up
i went out the bedroom window, met with Gucci, glock in purse
kicked in the do', shot him in his head, took his cheese and left him merked... im that bitch


they say that im a cut throat gucci never cut coke
yea im a jack boy, known to run a drug sto'
hang with the thug boys, nick name the goon squad
first ya gotta sign up, then ya get ya goon card
niggas scared to fuck with me, dont wanna serve me
shop with ya wednesday, take from ya thursday
splurge with my comrads, gucci mane im hood rich
nigga kill for ya, if ya just buy him an outfit
think like a mob boss, move like warranty
got a half a mill saved, just to keep the bills paid
burn em with a hot fork, taser on his nut sacks
i aint come to play, i came to find them big stacks

Lyrics submitted by krista.