Lyrics:
mouth can't say nothin' now
Four Seasons we're bringing this in
Take one that's a hat-trick cunt
Nice Gary, hit the stick Lil Pump
Gassing me up J cole vs
Rolex's no time on this clock
This ain't even no watch I just bust down the bezzie
And I ain't no sucker we all can get bread
If you stick to the script but
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
that cash in the guap
I'm getting it done, yeah
I'm running with sticks and he's putting his hands up
Me and my uncle got grands up
I'm cracking that
nigga, playin' cops and robbers
You still a snitch, and I'm still a robber
I might fuck the lil' bitch, no, I can't be the father
Pull up with sticks
Envy Jazzo Hoe
I'm bout to fuck it up
Beat box that dick real sloppy
Knocked the dick out, I'm Rocky
Better ice this pussy with your hockey stick
3. Sticks
Chorus:
Niggas know what's up, watch how we pop out with them sticks
I gotta keep my glick
I can't get caught in the mix
I might go
Just got another stick for this i had to chop a tree
I Just got another stick for this i had to chop a tree
She like 1kayy boy you need to get down
can't rap about it
40 Kyle in a scale, I can't trap without it
No limit, soldier with a stick, I'm so body, body
Hollowhead and spleen, he ball up, call
Workers got checks but respect goes to boss
Stick to your morals & never get crossed
Yeezy had polos & Gator Lacoste
Biggest producer was Polo Da Don
wanna get the head then bouncing
I ain't never finna cuff a thot bitch
I gotta tend to Benjis
I got on polo my belt say Fendi
Don't fuck with popo I
fruity little drink
'Cause she can't shoot whiskey
Right now, he's probably up behind her
With a pool-stick
Showing her how to shoot a combo
And he
and learn (watch)
I bet they love it when they heart this shit
Fendi, Prada, Gucci now
I used to be Polo to the ground like it's 55th (whoa)
We probably
at the corner?
I wonder if he's on a
Mission to stick cuz he's a goner
Polo padding yang lacking and fucked up packing
Get dacking
Nigga who you jackin?
Verse
the yay-yo couldn't get the money back
[Capone]
So where you at?
[Tragedy Khadafi]
Meet me uptown, by the polo ground
Strapped with the vest, plus I
fashion
And when I am feeling depressed
I shave from my cuff all the whiskers and fluff
Stick my hat on and toddle up West
I'm Burlington Bertie, I
gutted
It's cut-throat
Sometimes I'm rolling dolo in a stolen polo
But I'm still true to my crew
I'm never going solo
All these cold winter nights that
lick I could relax
And ease back off of thuggin' and stick to hustlin'
Concentrate on paper and let the shorties do the bustin'
While I motivate
a dress
Polo high-tech with the navy crest
Cut from the cloth you couldn't thread with a needle
Bought the shit at Fred Segal, got your bitch spread
on the street, let me preach, let me preach (preach)
Listen, lil' nigga, sometimes you don't speak
Pull out that stick and I'm sweepin' the street (bow, bow)
I
I'm in my Rolls Royce because it's black and wiser
And don't get in the way, my nig' this rapid fire
Brrt, stick 'em, I'm a victim of being a victim
a lap-etizer
I'm in my Rolls Royce because it's black and wiser
And don't get in the way, my nig this rapid fire
Brrr stick 'em, I'm a victim of being
on the street, let me preach, let me preach (preach)
Listen, lil' nigga, sometimes you don't speak
Pull out that stick and I'm sweepin' the street (bow, bow)
I
fruity little drink
'Cause she can't shoot whiskey
Right now, he's probably up behind her
With a pool-stick
Showing her how to shoot a combo
And he
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