[Chorus]

Ah, stick, stick, stick, let it hit, hit, hit

Stick stick stick, let it hit, hit, hit

Stick stick stick, let it hit, hit, hit

My blicky up on the dresser

My blicky up in the trunk

[Verse 1]

Hm, ain't no setup, hmm, nah, ain't no setup (setup)

Blicky on the dresser, nah, I can't let up

Any other hater, 'cause critics, they debate us

Critiquing how I'm living, I'm retarded like my pendant

It's a stick (a stick), Let it hit (a hit)

Now you talking perjury, come in here that's it

My blick (my blick), my blick, Kiana

Hmm, nah, on the dresser

[Verse 2]

They said I can't come (come), always overdressing ('dress)

Go up behind her like I'm finsta shoot it on the setup

No, I just can't let up

Mm, blicky, blicky, ride that bitch, don't need a shella

Come back, 1986, it's bad, she say, "Bae, my favorite player"

Coming in a new star, we a player

Zero to a hundred, make 'em see the laser

Realest say to get yo' money, hundred thousand acres

[Chorus]

Stick stick stick, let it hit, hit, hit

Stick stick stick, let it hit, hit, hit

Stick stick stick, let it hit, hit, hit

Stick stick stick, let it hit, hit, hit

My blicky up on the dresser

My blicky up in the trunk

My blicky up on the dresser

My blicky up in the trunk