Stickin’

Lyrics

[Verse] You say that you gon' get me but I ain't brakin' for none I don't know what them boy was thinkin', that I'm fakin' or something He thought his Mac come fitted, I done turn that bitch from a nun And I can getcha back from faded if you needed something I heard your pockets was talking, so what's up, man? Whatcha coppin'? If you was just window shoppin', fuck out my face with the floppin' I don't play none that shit, I just wrap it up and dip If I pick up the phone for you, I best be getting my grip I stuck that boy and then took his pot and he ain't make a sound I take that bitch and then employ her, hoe, break it down, make my rounds I know your rep was woofin', I seen you was flexin' them pounds But when no one looking, your boy passin' the same pack around You was lackin' on me, sayin' that I'll be right there in a minute Go 'head, pull up, pack it on me, you know that I'm with the scrimmage So tell me what is y'all business, I don't got time for the gimmicks I'm breaking suckers, stickin' and boomin' good out the kitchen