I ride around wit a stick

If that nigga keep talkin

We shootin his shit

Uhhh

All of my niggas we bout it

We dont fuck w ice

We spend money on clips

Uhhh

Smokin og

This that gas

Its that shit u can smell

All the way from the zip

Uhhh

I got a blade on the strap

So you finna get poked

If a young nigga miss

Uhh

PULL UP W THAT LLAMA

ITS GON

KICK THAT

BITCH BACK

UH

PULL UP TO DA CRIB

LIL BICH sheGON

THROW THAT SHIT BACK

UH

IF THAT NIGGA BREATHIN

WE GON SPIN HIS SHIT BACK

UH

KYOTO WIT THE SHITS

LIL NIGGA

I CANNOT LACK

UH

These niggas suck

Mm

Lets go run it up

I just wanna smoke some dope

And maybe pipe a slut

I just wanna count some bread

And make a lot of guap

Who these niggas talkin bout

They cannot fw us

Ohh

These niggas soft

No play dough

Mmm

Iron on me

Ain't no wrinkle

Mmm

I might just run up the pesos

Mm

I might just fuck up them bands

Hoe

I MIGHT

FUCK UP

HEY

I THINK YOUR LUCKS DONE

HEY

ANTI SOCIAL

SO IM FINNA LET MY STICK TALK HEY

I FEEL LIKE QUANKK

THE WAY MY GLICK ITS FINNA SPIT OFF

HEY

IF HE RUN UP

THEN THIS BLADE

ITS FINNA RIP EM

HEY

I LET MY STICK TALK

I LET MY STICK TALK

I LET MY STICK TALK

I LET MY STICK TALK