STICKS N STONES

Lyrics

[Verse 1: CXRPSE] Yeah, yo favorite rapper couldn't hit this My team we pulled up on a mission Ride with my niggas I'm so proud of them Cuz they fuckin all these rappers' bitches Yeah, I don't listen to that shit you niggas be makin I'm bumping the meta while I'm doing dishes When I was broke I was still mad shit from the story I won't even think about dying Don't mind tip toeing in Rick Owens While copping a chip And still all of the ops came up missing I don't be killing nobody but beats that I get in my email I never be missin' Gimme this bitch the trippiest, ay Spit on my body, oblivion, ay You niggas not my affiliates, ay Been over yеars of experiencе, ay I got a hype beast Bitch, do not try me Trip to The Bay Now we gettin' hyphy You tryna fight me Very unlikely Every rapper looking so fucking tiny From the front that's all up on my psyche Flow hurtin', poison niggas like Ivy Do the right thing, feeling like Spike Lee After tour I'm tryna go to Hawaii [Verse 2: EDDISON] Im with your hoe And she giving me head, ok I get the money my bread, ok Jaguar, I push on the pedal, ok If I fuck on your bitch Put my dick in her face I get the money whenever I want it Ion need it Your bitch finna suck on my semen And beat it That bitch don't know I don't show up on pictures That bitch don't even know I'm a mo'fuckin' demon Every day I wake up Sip on the Trisha I waking your bitch up She finna go eat it I bought the Molly And I turn about it My nigga 100 He staying solid If I see it Then I want it I cop it if not Then I probably already bought it That bitch is squatting All over my dick If i say that she ain't Then i'm being dishonest I hit the bank Cuz I need sum more, lil bitch I be on top of a boat, lil bitch I be on top of the flow And I tell that bitch Go, go, go, lil bitch Niggas shot down And we slimin' em out And I'm fucking this bitch I put dick in her mouth Smoking on dope And I'm sipping on drank Bitch, This the shit that I can't live without [Verse 3: BRUHMANEGOD] I get the money These bitches get nothing She swallow me whole Now I live in her stomach It fits in her gullet Then it's in the budget If we gon run it I did it It's done You can't really do none If I win it I won it I'm on the weight of the studio Thinking about all of the shit ima get When I want it I hope your house get hit with a comet I hope when you finally eat something you vomit I hope that you never find the motivation to make it And kill yourself over a comment Bitch, I can't wait until you realizing You ain't really poppin' Til you in this pocket I can't wait until it isn't common To be pissing off when you given the option Uh, yeah I had to say what I said Uh, I cannot have a regret Uh, Ima go hit the reset Uh, I had to work for the shit that I'm doin Yeah I don't just get to be next This the shit that be gettin' me fed Yo MK Bring the beat back [Verse 4: MKULTRA] Ahhhhh It's a new wave I'm doing everything wrong And it pays I'm going crazy I'm playing the game Andre walking right into your lane I am a vampire You're getting drained I am a star Nicolas Cage I bought a charge You using the maim You taking away But don't risk the brigade Bitches fake You should know Especially friends Changing clothes In the end Stepping stone In the end You steppin' alone We independent We don't fuck around with you hoes We don't fuck around with a bitch That do not think like us, we don't In that way we are the same Human being Not our fault Huh, Across the globe Ahuh, We don't know Huh huh [Verse 5: CHRIST DILLINGER] Sippin' on red It got me in a trance We done ran up a bag We don't need an advance She could tell that I'm rich by a glance Louis V shoes With the Rick Owen pants Spider Gang rich, niggas We took a chance My bitch got money She don't gotta dance Fuck them kids, nigga You know my stance Pull out when I nut 'Cause I can't take a chance Got a Louis V bracelet On both of my hands If you front on the gang Then you can't be my man Niggas not what they seem like Bitch, You fucking a man Bitch I'm so high That I can't even stand A lotta of these niggas Be stealing our sauce And I think that's it's funny These niggas they think we don't notice it Nowadays niggas done made so much money That when I go shopping Don't ask what the total is Half of these niggas can't rap And they music so wack I don't know why the fuck you promoting it You know that I stay on my stick In the back of the whip You get shot If you keep on approaching it I just be waiting on niggas To say that they fuck with me So I can see if it's real Ran up a check I did that with no deal I ain't copping no drink If it don't got a seal Rick Owen boots They're real So numb from the drugs I can't feel how I feel Sippin' on drank In my automobile 2nd amendment I keep it concealed Hunnid K shoes And the weed That's not shit Halt yo place in yo planets Cuz you is a bitch Nigga we gon smoke on this weed And then she suckin' dick Money coming in fast 'Cause I need that shit quick Nigga look at my bitch You could see that she thick Nigga look at my wrist You could see how it hit Whole blunt stuffed with gelato I cannot pass shit I was fucking that bitch And she made me nut quick When i look at your fit That shit make me feel pain Nigga you isn't Bladee You isn't Drain I don't gotta think 'Cause your bitch give me brain Me and you niggas We is not the same Spider Gang in the Hall of Fame We doing a show And they screaming our name Sipping on lean I mix that with champagne We isn't rapping for money or fame