STICK

Run around town with a stick on my hip

Huh, ay, huh, ay

Run around town with a stick on my hip

Huh, ay, huh, ay

 

Run around town with a stick on my hip

Huh, ay, huh, ay

Run around town with a stick on my hip

Huh, ay, huh, ay

 

Run around with a stick on my hip and it might blow

My fault lil shawty, you know I’m a psycho

Dick hard when an opp in the scope of my rifle

Not talking slavery, the game, I’m the owner that’s rightful

 

Fat bitch, got her giving me that liposuction

All these hoes hella common, they a dime a dozen

Never talking to police, I ain’t McLovin

Talking tough all on that computer, but now that boy running

 

Now that boy running, got him headed for the hills

Feel like Juice WRLD, every day I take another pill

The type of shit that make me excited would give these people chills

Whatever, it’s whatever I can do to pay the fucking bills

 

Or make a mil, another kill, I’m stacking up the bloodless bodies

My dick game is bomb and this bitch Nagasaki

Just the way these bitches top me, all they mixes sounding sloppy

Fuck TheBigKipp, all his music copy copy copy

 

Do I really own a gun? I don’t know, maybe

Never finna confirm or deny because them coppers crazy

Here’s a little hint, I got a special way you pay the late fee

Immature, I’m never growing up, aborted baby

 

I Columbine the beat, I leave it traumatized

This bitch just fainted when she saw my condom size

Lewis and Clark with my semen, coochie colonized

Two choppas singing at the same time, harmonized

 

Hold up, wait, let’s get political

Fuck the republicans, fuck all the liberals

Think they autistic, take everything literal

Unload the clip, your condition on critical

 

I fucked a bitch with a bush, she George W

Unload the choppa, this bitch finna dump at you

I kill your momma, your brother, your uncle too

Fuck this triplet flow, I’m needing something new

 

Your vision fucked, call that myopic, I put my opp in the optic

Run up on me, you get dropped bitch

Your boyfriend dick microscopic

Smoking down pounds of the chronic

 

Ay, ay, ay, ay

I get the cash, man I run it up seamlessly

I got your bitch steady topping me eagerly

Deep inside, you know that you can’t compete with me

 

Spinning around on your block like a DVD

Fuck on your bitch, yeah I do that shit frequently

I’m a visionary, you can’t even see

Fucking on your bitch, yeah she a fiend for meat

 

Run around town with a stick on my hip

Huh, ay, huh, ay

Run around town with a stick on my hip

Huh, ay, huh, ay

 

Run around town with a stick on my hip

Huh, ay, huh, ay

Run around town with a stick on my hip

Huh, ay, huh, ay

 

Run around with a stick

Run around with a stick

Run around with a stick

Huh, ay, huh, ay

 

Run around with a stick

Run around with a stick

Run around with a stick

Huh, ay, huh, bitch