Sticks And Stones

Lyrics

[Intro: Q Da Fool] Sticks and stones, Mama I'm not a baby, your son grown I had to roam through them streets alone OG Bob introduced me to sticks and stones Nigga said he wanted beef, man, lets get it on That boy better have a bullet proof fitted on My niggas Rock and Roll, like a Rolling Stone Hit him with the stick now that nigga gone [Verse 1: Q Da Fool] Why they had to kill my nigga? Why they had to snitch on me? Why them people all in my business? My family so worried about me Whole hood boy they buy that shit from me I need cash I don't slide no shit for free I always get away, I'm a different breed 10 toes in the jungle higher than some trees Homicide for a package (Cause work what I need) You trap too slow, we at different speeds I really got blood brothers who replace every C with a B Fuck up the studio, skeet on the beat Ferragamo slippers; No more cuffs on my feet I look so damn sleepy been sipping Tussionex all week We been bussing at the ops all week Gucci face mask, just to take a nap 3 thousand dollar outfit up in the trap I fuck it up then I get it right back First time I cook I ain't get shit back Young assassin, who know how to rap Marvin Gaye when I'm breaking her back When I was broke, they ain't like me a lot Now I got money bitches like me a lot We gon' air it out, we gon' pull off We out Texas with the roof off Rich Shoota, yeah, I make the calls I could make a play and make a song He don't got enough money take that boy home I don't want to fuck, bitch leave me alone Molly in the Jay, I'm higher than a drone Got all this respect on my own [Hook: Q Da Fool] Sticks and stones, I play with them sticks and stones A lot of 30 clips and molly I own My own family killed Twin man that shit was dead wrong Sticks and stones, I play with them sticks and stones Free Lil Mar we used to run in them homes We just talked on the phone said them days getting long Sticks and stones, Mama I'm not a baby, your son grown I had to roam through them streets alone OG Bob introduced me to sticks and stones Nigga said he wanted beef, man, lets get it on That boy better have a bullet proof fitted on My niggas Rock and Roll, like a Rolling Stone Hit him with the stick now that nigga gone Sticks and stones [Verse 2: Q Da Fool] A whole lot of Burberry never been a brick Never been a victim or a witness Shoutout O Dawg that's my killer apprentice These niggas ain't trappin, these niggas printing These niggas counterfeit Tie that shit down that shit bound to fit Buy a 8 Ball then I'm bouncing it Caught so many that I just stop counting em' Lil bro caught two bodies I'm proud of him He slide for me so Ima slide for him That AR Rifle shoot it out for him Seeing me broke like seeing a cow go through a rim Gelato no season no stem Fuck friends; Friends end, I need my ends All of them niggas I took em out All of the money I'm bringing in CNN gang, F and N gang MAK 90 squad, Calico clan Seven six deuce make him dance like Boyz II Men Man that jail turn that boy to a man I work with them pounds I started with grams I remember them late nights talking to grams I broke my promise when I went to the pen [Hook] Sticks and stones, I play with them sticks and stones A lot of 30 clips and molly I own My own family killed Twin man that shit was dead wrong Sticks and stones, I play with them sticks and stones Free Lil Mar we used to run in them homes We just talked on the phone said them days getting long Sticks and stones, Mama I'm not a baby, your son grown I had to roam through them streets alone OG Bob introduced me to sticks and stones Nigga said he wanted beef, man, lets get it on That boy better have a bullet proof fitted on My niggas Rock and Roll, like a Rolling Stone Hit him with the stick now that nigga gone Sticks and stones