Stick lyrics
I got the time, ayyIt’s up and it’s stuck, and it’s stuck where it’s up, fahHahaha (fuck ’bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)Oh, I know you niggas ain’t see this comin’ (on me, bro, fuck ’bout this shit, bro)I mean, normally around this time, I’d ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)But I know there’s no way you niggas was ready for what’s about to happen (AraabMUZIK)
Stick, stick, stick (bitch), stick (boom, Gangsta)Stick, stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stickI got a new stick (bitch), I got a new stick (bitch, boom)I got a new stick (boom), I got a new stick (boom)Stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (yeah)Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stickI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, bitch)I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)If I see that nigga, I’ma wet his ho ass up
Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)
Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)Roll down the window (brrt), roll up the window (ooh)Roll down the window (yeah, brrt) roll up the window (uh, okay)
Hand on my dick and my hand on my gunOne is for shootin’ and one is for funNiggas trippin’ off of 151Black & Milds burnin’ under the sunBlack and brown kids young or they dumb?Sack a town, where your mom and them from?Gather ’round, run in all of your shitBut what did you get? (New stick)
I say it’s up (I got a new stick), that mean it’s stuckRun out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luckOne in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truckOne in the tippo ’cause bloody ain’t duckStep a foot up on the yard and get struckEveryone I grew around was a thugThought he was a shooter, thought he was toughFound his body coolin’ out in the cut
Shit, Fulton County, 50 cal’ in the tuck
Fuck around and shoot the cavalry upBullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibisWe got calibers, categorizedFN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize
I got sick and tired of lettin’ bitches slide (I got a new stick)So I’m in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)If I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)Smell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it rideFirst time, second line, second time, bloodlineThird time, even – dyin’, takin’ one of mineI’m on Candler Road with a chopper from ColumbineCreepin’ on the cracker tryna colonize(Leave God out of this, JID)
Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (bitch)Stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stick (yeah), stickI got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick, ooh)I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)
Yeah, bitch, pull up proper (bitch)Dance on the pussy, I salsa (cha-cha)I am not from Earth (hell nah)Sheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (ooh, bitch)I heard you fell in love with that bitch (bitch)Sheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (ow)Sheck Wes, I’m a motherfuckin’ monster (yeah)I came out the water like a Loch Ness (yeah)My niggas on the block with no options (No)They smokin’ niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)
I bought a new stick (bitch), came with a new bitch (bitch)
Bought the ho new kicks (walkin’)Off the music, bitch, I got rich, left you niggas clueless (ching-ching)Got a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don’t wanna do shit (no)Nah, I don’t wanna do shit
Now, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don’t get stagnantHood girls and models all in these pageantsYou don’t know my neck, bitch, I been havin’I ain’t internet, these niggas been laggin’Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchetSpit fire like an RAF pilotSteal a nigga bitch, I feel like AladdinMe and my white friends gon’ get blasted off the (stick)
Alright, so check it outYou niggas over here talkin’ ’bout festivalsI’m thinkin’ more like invasionsYou gon’ stop playin’ on Dreamville’s time (Gangsta Grizzillz)Like niggas don’t run this
Uh (oh, shit)Pray for me, God’s got a play for meMe and them are not standing adjacently (no way)Thirsty for the clout, talkin’ too brazenlyBullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (oh, shit)Good Lord has never forsaken meIn God I trust, so I get money faithfully (hahaha)Not just occasionallyGot to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (yeah)
I know you pussy, the secret’s not safe with meYou crazy, you think you gon’ take from me (yeah)Not for extortin’, treat problems like OrkinI call up some niggas I know that’s gon’ spray for me (woo, woo, woo, brrt)Speakin’ in code ‘case they tapin’ meLet off the whole fuckin’ clip, leave a vacancy (bah, bah, bah, bah)I’m ’bout that two with the six, so I’m basicallyReppin’ more shooters than Rich Paul’s agency
They get to clutchin’, you best get to duckin’
Like 6’7″ niggas that’s dunkin’ for OregonMoney so long, if I start in the southAnd then spread this shit out, it’d be touchin’ like PortlandSo it’s no wonder I’m walkin’ with cautionI know that God got his grace with meBut I’ll still treat a ride through the hood like aHike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me
Stick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)Stick, stick, stick, stick (welcome to D-Day, suckers)I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)I got a new stick (I got a brand-new stick)
DreamvilleStick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)Lit up the sh-, niggas in here (stick)Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new)Lit up the air, niggas in here (stick)