Lyrics:
just had a murder round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move
(Baby) You know them Hot Boys been servin' round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move
[Lac]
I came in
(BS4L)
I got the stick in the back of the lac, nigga talking ian going for nun of that
Glock on my lap nigga try to run up on me
And that bih gone go
that
wear your mutha poke-pro-fa-lac
stick, before you run up in skinz
Before you bone, run your mouth to yo mens
Make sure that you protect yourself
It's the cheebas, them liquors
The condoms, the ass (repeat 3x)
Verse three: mr. cheeks
Now before you run up in that
Wear your mutha poke-pro-fa-lac
knock a bitch out if she playing
Pull the stick from out the lac and start spraying
See id rather come in peace you need a army for one me
Like making
different
Ex was a fed and I wasn't doin no Shipping
Nigga got wrong wit me chip and Dale yeah I stripped em
I was taught to stay alert, nigga Never lac
Yeah (Yeah) this that black bagg audio genius AMG diamondlifestyle big dog shit
2020 Our fucking year ya heard me
Yo bitch go get stick yeah stick
Uhh i'm Slumpin’ (Stick)
Slumpin' (Stick) slumpin'
(Stick, stick, fuck)
Chasing dreams that are bigger than me
Only things that used to matter
Was
I keep them big ol' 26's on deck
And the bitches they be on it
I keep them big ol' 26's on deck
Stock 'lac gotta fresh paint pussy juice wet
Aye
Aye
Yup
Aye
Aye
Aye
I'm hitting your bitch from the back
Nigga know we got sticks in the trap, put the sticks in the back
Hopping out of the 'lac
Everybody eat
Even the middle man
Passing testers out
Stick them in a trance
Magic bullet spinning like a ceiling fan
Lac with that Feddi
That's some
Ouh, Foe you just went brazy on em
And the choppa like
Fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fickity fye, fickity fye, fickity fye, fye, fye, fye
Stick
can't trust a soul, so I keep a stick on a nigga
Stick on a nigga, stick on a nigga
Stick on a, stick on a, stick on a nigga (Look)
I been on a grind like
Fo' flats on the lac, no engine I'ma still ride for you
And you know I'ma still slide for you
If it come to it I'll die for you
No baby I can't make
a crack rock, steal a laptop
Jack for a key and sell that bitch for half off
Rollin' with my comrades
Buddy and we all blast, everybody bought Lac's
We open with prayer, stick to the plan and this is the only reality
Your moral compass is all you got
Life in general, cold sport
The higher ups
soldiers, fall out, gangstas, mob up
All the homeys on the block
Anny up on the fin and let's go get us a sack
Serve too, we got a custom 'Lac, hustlin'
Isa ka player from the LAC
Daghan haters ug doubters they
Cant do it like me, thats why they hate the BIG
M O E thats the name, haters doubt my
a hit of the Breath
I want the money like Hebrews
She want a pull up and scoop
She wanna hop in the lac'
Roll up the pack in the back
She wanna go
wit my stick
All guns fuck a fist
We ain't ducking no Action
Hell Na we ain't forget
Murder murder kill kill
Do a drill lips sealed
Mask up by your
Bitch I know you wanna tell ya girlfriends how it was
To get hit from the back, in the back of the 'Lac by a thug
And to get ran through until you get
gonna rob a robber?
How the hell you robbers gonna rob a robber?
45 in the crevice of the 'Lac seat, hummin
Comin' right at ya
These hollows will make
in tha parking lot sittin' on tha 'lac
Them bitches got weight
Them bitches got work
Them bitches wanna trip
Them bitches gettin' murked
And stick em
So you wanna be a freak, then throw that back
Look me in my eyes, tell me how you love that
Stick around, I'll show you what a pimp do
Trying to get
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