Sticks & Chops

Lyrics

[Intro] (Jxckk just want a drink) [Chorus: TrDee] We got sticks and chops, we ain't with Veeze, but this is not a drill Finna drop another chain and pop out like I signed a deal Had to get it out the mud, don't know nobody with a wheel He be actin' like a demon only when he off a pill [Verse 1: TrDee] I be somewhere outer space you never been Don't even bring them bitches 'round if you ain't pullin' up with tens Man, them niggas in the dirt, that's why he ain't got no friends When we heard they threw a party, knew we had to ruin plans They like, "Damn, you talkin' spicy, who the fuck done pissed you off?" You be foldin' under pressure, pussy boy, like Jared Goff Man, I put some money on him, see him out, he might get smacked Don't be speakin' on my name if you ain't talkin' 'bout some facts Ain't no way in hell you catchin' me, lil' baby, this a 'Cat Bitch'll probably jump right out her panties, show her ass a rack Unky really platinum in the kitchen, swear he need a plaque Had to call my shooter, he be on the block just like he Shaq Competition, where it's at? We runnin' laps around you boys We done got us a new site and punches hittin' just like Floyd What you know about the VPN and trappin' off the 'Droid? You be doin' all that yappin', bitches make a lot of noise I be ballin' just like Bow Wow, I was feelin' just like Mike You should know that Glocky, and should know that I'm not gon' fight Your bitch probably see this ice and wanna fuck me right on sight Turn around, you see the X-Man, Virgil hit me with a strike At the Nino playin' black jack, told the dealer hit me You can't call yourself a scammer, you ain't swipe a giffie Man, we might send a couple shots, we tryna leave him tipsy Bitch, I can put you on the team and now you ballin' with me Ayy, I can see the future, niggas runs ain't lastin' long I'm sorry I be coughin', it's because I'm smokin' strong You wanna throw some cash, we could go an hour long Be talkin' down to hoes, pussy boy, you know you wrong If I pull up with them sticks, you know it's not a drill Niggas faker than the movies, talkin' 'bout they real Man, I might fuck around and disappear, I get a mill' Rainy days don't last forever, I know how it feel [Chorus: TrDee] We got sticks and chops, we ain't with Veeze, but this is not a drill Finna drop another chain and pop out like I signed a deal Had to get it out the mud, don't know nobody with a wheel He be actin' like a demon only when he off a pill (Lame) [Verse 2: HomeAlone Drock] I know niggas feel some type of way about the kid They like, "He do what he want, say what he want, his racks got big" I ain't fuck your bitch on purpose, that was accident When we got done, I vanished on a bitch, pulled a magic trick [?] knot and my needles, I could barely manage it Bags in and out the house, what you sellin'? My biz I'ma reup three more times, I fuck around, go cash a Benz Or probably now, play around with shit you can't imagine yet I come from a block where niggas make the demandin' threats (Who that?) [?] outside [?] with chops 'cause we not havin' that (Uh-huh) Brother just got took, he gone for life, don't panic yet (Don't worry about it) I'ma get some M's up here and get my brother back What you doin' with your time, that say a lot about you (Crazy) I got two, three bitches crawlin', I got plugs tryna find me I got smoked with niggas I ain't never seen, fake problems Up a T, let the fully talk, no probably [Chorus: TrDee] We got sticks and chops, we ain't with Veeze, but this is not a drill Finna drop another chain and pop out like I signed a deal Had to get it out the mud, don't know nobody with a wheel He be actin' like a demon only when he off a pill (Lame)