Stick Up (feat. High-Q)
369 Phantaz
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Wake up, break the brick up Start tongue twistin' on ya sister Wassup with you kiss ups Thinkin you should cut your wrists up Bout to face off like a nip/tuck A tactician with my vision Slide between yall like a bishop Take yo queen like bobby fisher Hands up, it's a stickup Hands up, it's a stickup Hands up, it's a stickup Hands up, it's a stickup On your radar like a blip Makin ripples when we dip Sh-sh-shootin from the hip but Every shot hit Heard you got some loose lips Better zip em up, quick Yeah you like to gossip Yall keep talkin that shit Hands up, it's a stick up Like to watch you pussies bleed Giddiyup, speedy steed Pussy divin, Scuba Steve We got AC on the DC And we doin dirty deeds That lad High-Q got the dabs Better keep it low key On the lookout for some tabs Hella lonely in my crib But Uncle Cid just hailed a cab Everyday we breakin bad We start smokin like some pistols Goin RAMBO on a ho Then she blow us both akimbo Show us how the bimbo limbo Sh-sh-show up at your door Leave yo home with bloody knuckles Mount your dome up on my buckle I'm a bucket full of chuckles Guten tag mother fuckers I ain't fuckin with you muggles Got yo goddess undercover And I'm Foggin up her goggles Turn her on, I flip that toggle Hit the throttle, fossil fuels Time to make her drool, on my tool Spit shine my family jewels Nobody told me that this story was a tragic I got the keys to run this shit but you can have it Got my wand, in my hand, I cast magic Money and my happiness, I gotta have it I can get it by being a little average See the seams in this dream is woven like fabric I'm gonna switch it up, I know you push and shove I know you feel a lot of shit, You ain't the only one F*ck the ceilings F*ck your feelings F*ck your dealings I'm the villain Get the f*ck up out my way Reel em in then I filet Stay the realest everyday Hate to rain on your parade But I don't play no games so suck a dick Won't play in your charades HANDS UP ITS A STICK UP HANDS UP MOTHERFUCKER HANDS UP ITS A STICK UP HANDS UP MOTHERFUCKER HANDS UP ITS A STICK UP HANDS UP MOTHERFUCKER HANDS UP ITS A STICK UP HANDS UP MOTHERFUCKER Now hold up wait a tick Might throw a narcissistic fit n Throw you bitches in a pit n Roll the credits on that flick Yeah I'm like patty with the biscuits Playin cricket with your giblets Eat that pussy like some brisket Think you know who is the sickest Hands up, it's a stickup And this shit gets Risky Business Say I ain't a fuckin' menace Ima make you pay your penance I ain't kitten witchu pussies I'm just kickin' up dust Watch me lay it on the ground Let you bitches pick it up Ima tear the house down While my homies build me up Catch ya with your pants down Hands up, it's a stickup No more hiccups, I'm a stickler for my hitters We might roll up in a pick up Windows cracked and get to Blastin, speed assassin Bout to cash in on my passion Got a stash up in my mansion Got the shine but I ain't flashin' (Ooooo) Strahhman tag me in, Got the clips loaded up, Got the sights sighted in, Slaying beats like Kylo Ren, Ima back with my crew Like, look what it do, We about to break through, Like a busty pair of boobs Get the body bags out, Bodies flooding, no drought, Count em up like COVID cases, Leave them missin' half their faces, Yeah they call me the commander, Always putting down the hammer, Got the ember burning like charmander, Fuckas blind like Stevie wonder, Bust in with my AK and Let it, l-let it spray, Get you down, on your knees And make you my fuckin prey Bullets flying through the air Cuz you know I don't fuckin' play, Barrels getting hotter than the middle of the fuckin' day High-q done smoke so much weed, I be thirsty I need Hi-C, yeah Rhymes like a nursery Red bringing the surgery All about the currency Currently with ya girl ya see, Slayed that pussy like I'm Freddy, Shot her in the eye, she Fetty WAP, it's so wet, eat it up, That's some good spaghetti Ugly Betty givin heady Jaw breakin, Ed Edd n Eddy Hit it bare she call me Teddy Don't ask me, I'm always ready Heavy when she flow Get it Red, Popin cherries like confetti She so hairy, call it yeti Mnmnmnmnn… Ayy, life's a shit show Not too late to buy a ticket Yeah these crackers brought the dacquer Make you wobble with the rickets I'm a figment of your mental But you'd swear I was the realest How I tear apart your ligaments Got yo ass in a predicament Finger itchin on the trigger He's all talk, well how ya figure? Cut ya with a jagged blade And show up jiggin at your vigil, so Say I ain't a villain Bitch I've killed men over chiclets Bet you thought I was the chillest Buddy you just made my shit list (You just made my shit list) (You just made my shit list) (You just made my shit list) (You just made my shit list) You just made my, made my)
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Written by: Alec Pennington, Lucas Clementson
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