Stick Up

Lyrics

Yea yea yea Yea yea yea Yea yea yea Yea yea huh White tee, gold chain, gold on my bracelet Benz whip, cold game, hoes in amazement Straight out of Atlanta, it's the honey dipper, money flipper, bubbly sipper Will Hill better bring some money with you Tried to go the corporate route, it just wasn't meant for me I can't do blue collar work, it take up too much energy Lost a lot of bread, I was out here moving differently A hustler by nature, had to switch to a new industry Back, back, back, back, back, yea I'm back bitch I might catch a flight yea I'm all over the atlas In a different bracket, let's just get that shit established Listened to my passion, yea I had to make it happen Ok, I had to make a move I had to break the rules The game was made to lose But somebody made the rules Yea, ima turn a two into a four That's just how that shit gon go Will Hill, you should know, come on Can't stop, won't stop, uh huh My block, your block, uh huh Cars to the crib, this shit big Niggas don't know the shit that I did, yea Stick up, stick up Stick up, stick up Sticky situations I might stick up Hope my niggas never have to switch up Stick up, stick up Stick up, stick up Sticky situations I might stick up Hope my niggas never have to switch up