Sticks

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[Intro: P Yungin] Show me honest, Joe (Kenoe) I'ma smoke Ridin' 'round with them sticks Ridin' 'round Ridin' 'round with them sticks [Chorus: P Yungin] Say, bitch, you ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, we'll smoke any damn body Glock, it got a dick, plus a laser and a stocking I see bitch nigga say he gon' kill my partner, nigga, stop it Say, bitch, you swervin' in your hood and now you can't get as they hidin' [Verse 1: P Yungin] If you go on a trip, they catch your mama, hit up in her face Nigga, you ain't even 'bout that action, stay up in your place I'll aim this AR at your head and it's gon' line your face Bitch nigga, yeah, I'm COS and plus I'm 4K Trey I tote this flag, don't play with it or it'll get you blind Remember days when I was down, now they see me shinin' Fuck if you wear a vest, we pull up on him, knock his mind Say she wan' fuck the kid, but I don't know who she fuck around with Send chopper bullets at your neck and leave him fuckin' frowned quick And since he say he got the body, knock it out of bounds then Bitch nigga speak up on my name, I leave him in a coffin Send thirty holes up in your head and leave you like a doggy These niggas hoes and all these niggas, they just do that talkin' Pussy, B chop out on your bros and I'ma hop out, off 'em You talk reckless, all my niggas, they gon' white chalk ya And bitch, them pistols spark walkin', I'ma leave you buggin' Take somethin', headshot his coffin Leave him dead, now he lonely Leave him with his dead homie Concentrate, he smellin' like you on it SMG, I tie the flag on Hit the block, I put the rag on Double G, that stand for gang, homie 4K, nigga, we'll bang on you [Chorus: P Yungin & NBA Big B] Say, bitch, you ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, we'll smoke any damn body Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, we'll smoke any damn body Bitch, you ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, we'll smoke any damn body Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, we'll smoke any damn body (Big B) [Verse 2: NBA Big B] You know I'm pullin' up on any block (Uh, huh), I'm hoppin' out with that rocket (That rocket) I'm tryna put a bitch to sleep (Come here), don't send no backin' down from this rocket (Uh-uh) This nine old head hold a hundred shots (Yeah, a hundred shots), that good aim when I pop it (Baow, baow) I hit a lick and went to hoppin' and I ran down on him, hollows stop him (Come here, baow, baow, baow) Youngin say he gotta mark us (No), pass the Glock and ask no question (Yup) He was a big dog (Big dog), that forty hit him, now he turnin' reverend (Uh-huh) He at home with his green flag prayin' to the devil (To the devil) Ah nah, nah, I'ma grab the shovel (Yeah) Step on him, whoever with him (Step on him) We just smokin' big Ku, yeah (Huh), smokin' on a new opp Too many bodies on this bitch, I had to get a new Glock That nigga threw his hands up, this shit came like a faceshot Still trappin' heroin, now I work 'bout eight blocks (Bah) I got them there on my dick, they don't wanna see my case gone (They don't wanna see it) My brother in the kitchen water-whippin', sellin' straight soft (Sellin' straight now) I'm still stuck on blenders, all my sells like 'em hard rocks (Like 'em hard rocks) Fentanyl, we quick to drop (Fentanyl), we pullin' up, a hundred shots (We pullin' up) They got me screamin', "Who want war with us?" (Who want war with us?) The last nigga that tried, we knocked him off, he want no war with us (He want no war with us) Know B ain't got no peace, but this lil' nigga shouldn't have started us (Shouldn't have started us) They know that we some gang bangers, know they don't want no war with us (They don't want no fuckin' war) [Chorus: P Yungin] Say, bitch, you ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, we'll smoke any damn body Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, we'll smoke any damn body Bitch, you ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, we'll smoke any damn body Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, we'll smoke any damn body Say, bitch, you ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, we'll smoke any damn body Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, we'll smoke any damn body Bitch, you ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, we'll smoke any damn body Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, we'll smoke any damn body
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Credits
- Writers
- P Yungin
- NBA Big B
- Kenoe