[Intro: Quavo]

See that nigga right there?

He slippin’

What we gon’ do?

What you mean what we gon’ do?

Aye

[Chorus: Quavo]

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up (stick 'em up)

I call my niggas to giddy up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up

My niggas press you, make you ante up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up (stick 'em up)

I call my niggas to giddy up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up

My niggas press you, make you ante up

[Verse 1: Quavo]

We talkin’ that real lick talk

We talkin’ that real lick talk

We talkin’ that real lick talk

We talkin’ that real lick talk

Run through the back and then kick down your door

We taking the flat screen, want all of the gold

I’m a young nigga, this is a burglary ho

We got boards on the winter, no burglary bar doors

You a pretender, you flex for the hoes

They say you a junkie, you play with your nose

My pockets on Nacho like I ate at Moe’s

I never heard fuck up the pot with the bowl

I went around asking OG’s on the stove

He think it’s a game, got a trapper cheat code

It’s a knock at the door, I look out the peephole

My nigga just hit a lick for bricks of gold

All this shit started way back on the Nawf

Came up on a pack, put it back on the Nawf

I run with the sack and go back to the Nawf

Shout out freaky Zeeky, [?] on the Nawf

My wrist is so sick, menopause

Spray the chopper just because

Boss nigga made the call

Drop the work in the chimney, Santa Claus

[Chorus: Quavo]

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up (stick 'em up)

I call my niggas to giddy up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up

My niggas press you, make you ante up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up (stick 'em up)

I call my niggas to giddy up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up

My niggas press you, make you ante up

[Verse 2: Mango Foo]

Stick him up, stick him up, stick him up

We drop the dope in the pot and we mix it up

Run up on a nigga, I make him give it up

He had a bodyguard, that nigga wasn’t big enough

My chopper bustin’ like a water balloon

Drop 40 subzero, he froze, he can’t move

Kidnap his ass, you find him on the news

My young niggas cash out on all of the jewels

Stephen Curry, long range with the MAC

Whoopi Goldberg, Bentley black

My shooters they pull up, they gonna attack

My junkie will kill you for a hit of crack

Leave him stinking like a urinal

Double back and then shoot up the funeral

Pull up on him, he thought it was Uber ‘dem

So many shots that they thought it was two of him

Stick ‘em up, lay it down into your pockets

This is not a search, nigga this a robbery

Take these bags to my hood, they gon’ be proud of me

We gon’ blow this shit like we hit the lottery

I got some niggas itching for a body

Young nigga go get him, he already got him

They say that he broke so they leg shot him

Call up John Wic, he gon’ red dot him

[Chorus: Quavo]

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up (stick 'em up)

I call my niggas to giddy up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up

My niggas press you, make you ante up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up (stick 'em up)

I call my niggas to giddy up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up

My niggas press you, make you ante up

[Verse 3: Offset]

Whip them up, stick ‘em up, tape ‘em up

I might put your kids in the oven and bake ‘em up

Domingo he live by the gun

You don’t cooperate, we cut off your tongue

He don’t understand what the fuck going on

How the fuck these niggas get in my home?

They fuckin’ your bitch, man that lil bitch is done

She snuck out the house and then cut on the alarm

But that is irrelevant, where is the gas bag, I keep smellin’ it

He stuttering, playin’ them games, he ain’t tellin’ it

Quavo hit him with the butt of the chopper

The pussy nigga start to yellin’ it

Put the Ruger to his medulla

He acting so foolish so now he leak fluids

Didn’t really want to do it

He a hot boy so I cool him with coolants

When you robbing got to know the maneuvers

Hit the club if you want to, if you stupid

Catch a slug to your head, now you a [?]

Now you got knocked out because of a cutie

I turn to a massacre, wrap you up

Bag it up, trap it up, then I fly out to El Salvador

I’ma eat ‘em up like I’m a carnivore

He gon’ eat the bullets like an Almond Joy

[Chorus: Quavo]

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up (stick 'em up)

I call my niggas to giddy up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up

My niggas press you, make you ante up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up (stick 'em up)

I call my niggas to giddy up

Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up

My niggas press you, make you ante up

[Outro: Mango Foo]

Know Offset, we having AK47’s

We having F&N’s

We having Glock 40’s

I think we just got the Draco

That bitch got ‘bout a hundred round clip on it

You know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout?