Wit a Sticc

Idea coming for the 808

Aye glizzy on my waist like a hip bone
Told my nigga that he straight
When he get home
The opps only good for making diss songs
The only thing I'm turnin' down is
The street I live on
Sell a couple packs off the flip phone
Shoot a nigga they ain't act like
I ain't did shit wrong
Disrespectful lil nigga
Say i'm dead wrong cause if the opps
Gotta candle light it's gettin' pissed on
You wanna gamble with yo life
Then nigga bet it up
I heard a bitch don't like them
Niggas have her set it up
Mix the body wit the K, we gon' wet it up
I rеally started from the ground
But now i'm headеd up
To the toppy, she gon' suck it sloppy
Make her call me papi
Then I bust her like a glocky
Nah I ain't cocky, but can't nobody stop me
Snitch nigga, bitch nigga
Nigga that is not me

I just bought a glizzy wit a stick
Runnin' through the city wit the crips
Bitch lookin' pretty wit them tit's
Gucci or the or the Louis or
The Fendi wit the drip aye
I just bought a glizzy wit a stick
Run-Runnin' through the city wit the crips
Bitch lookin' pretty wit them tit's
Louis or the Gucci or the Fendi wit the drip
Aye

Every time I rap nigga I speak all facts
Like a uppercase letter nigga you all cap
Aim for his ball cap, wartime
Making the enemies wanna fall back
Look in the mirror
I feel like the chosen one
Tiger Woods wit a pole
Tryna put a hole in one he never slide
But only cry when his homie gone
Them niggas hard to find
They rare like a pokémon came with my gang
I don't bang for the fame
Can't hang with them lames
Can't change for no change
Stay wit a thang and I aim for the brain
You ain't the same, can't complain
Nigga stay in yo lane
And everything I do is all for the bread
Fuck a bad bitch then kick her
Right off of the bed
Still screamin' long live dirt
If I catch that nigga -censored- then
It's off with his head

I just bought a glizzy wit a stick
Runnin' through the city wit the crips
Bitch lookin' pretty wit them tit's
Gucci or the or the Louis or
The Fendi wit the drip aye
I just bought a glizzy wit a stick
Run-Runnin' through the city wit the crips
(gang, gang)
Bitch lookin' pretty wit them tit's
Louis or the Gucci or the Fendi wit the drip

Tell mac bring my money back this drank hit
Vv's on my neck, my niggas got the same shit
Tryna stuff eighty in my pocket
This shit can't fit call my Asian crips
Them nigga do same day hit's
I just landed in LA hit up my nigga young
We got bands, and like a band
I stay wit a drum i can buy what you got on
But I ah take yo shit (give me that)
Call bro, I need a Draco, he got navy sticks
I hit a nigga city, get a room and a rental
Find out where he be
Pokin', throw a hundred out the window
I got niggas in the feds
All they paperwork official
Told yo bitch stop screamin' they gon'
Think I'm tryna kill you
Shut up, two-tone rollie, 100k it's on me
(on me) this bitch a hood trophy
My bitch a good trophy
Lost the police in that cat brody
You should of saw me
Them bitches prolly still wishin' that
They could've caught me nigga

I just bought a glizzy wit a stick
Runnin' through the city wit the crips
Bitch lookin' pretty wit them tit's
Gucci or the or the Louis or
The Fendi wit the drip aye
I just bought a glizzy wit a stick
Run-Runnin' through the city wit the crips
Bitch lookin' pretty wit them tit's
Louis or the Gucci or the Fendi wit the drip
Aye