Lyrics

[Intro] Walk with the stick, 4-5, I got the glick Look, look, look [Verse] How you a plug, you not mailing it first? Rapping niggas wanna lie in their verse Pockets swole, every day is the first Big Glock, you better put back that Nerf Twenty-four clips, I might play for the Lakers Two plugs, and they both owe me papers Shake it up, with the Glock, Zendaya In a Benz, dog goes like a racer Brrr On the block, selling chicken, no fries He say he gon' slide, I'm already outside That nigga gon' fold, see a snitch in his eyes Good pack came in right with my ride On the block, with a MAC, I feel lucky Got a Glock, with a knife, like Chucky I gotta throw away because it got rusty I cheat the MC Hammer, you cannot touch me I'm catching pays, I feel like I'm John Madden I heard a lil' nigga want smoke, well, who matching? Open the gas tank, threw in some matches I got the .50, why you thinking I'm sagging? Said its gas, but I opened the plastic He thought it was sweet, he leak from a napkin Stick in the club, but I brought a mask in RuPaul with the stick, we gon' drag him Put my hand on your son like a pastor Snake your man, now I'm feeling like Rico On the block, every day, where my feet go Every time, it's on sight, like Shego