Lyrics

Ridin' with the sticks My brother told me come pick em up Dummy got the pounds You need a ounce then go and hit em up Clutching on my 40 I'm in love and I might switch it up Can't lie I be trippin' Losing vision from this double cup Yeah I got a Glocky Told my brother grab another one Knockers hit the scene But they can't tell that it's a cover-up We got repercussion if a youngin' feelin' dumb or sum My baby got the ying And when he slide you know he dumpin' sum Switches on them new Glocks titties on that 40 Know my young and automatic He gon' shoot like Robert Horry How you tryna pick a side But you ain't even hear the story I been steppin' in them puddles I got used to when it's stormy Yeah I got a new bitch she be actin' bad too I give her a pool stick then you gon' hear some bad news Dummy servin' fiends he on that block Keep pushin' pounds through How you say we beefin'? I don't know nothin' about you How you say we beefin'? I don't even know your name Probably cause I fucked your bitch But Dummy charged it to the game Only worry about that money bitch I'm stayin' in my lane You on Insta bein' funny shorty we is not the same I just got this Gen 5 give it to my kinfolk We can't lose it now don't you remember we was dead broke Told you if I die I want the illest on my headstone Dummy said I'm cuttin' up my bitch said I'm dead wrong Pickin' up the pieces bitch you left me with a broken heart Safe to say I miss you but I'm sorry that we grew apart Got some youngin's on my roster Strap em' up and told em' play ya' part I can't go to sleep I start my day by poppin' Adderall Ridin' in the morning pop another when it's wearin' off He was talkin' shit then we gon' catch him we can't let him off Gettin' all these rackies bitch you know that I can't get enough Said you sorry that you ghosted honestly I think I'm better off You can try me if you dumb got this choppa with a drum Me and Tay we play with sticks we sprayin' shit because it's fun Told my momma that I'm never runer up because I'm number one Man I couldn't feel that 30 so I had to pop another one My ex bitch too fake she told me I'm two-faced I said I don't care cause I had went and found a new bae I said I don't care cause I've been chasin' after blue face Snoozin' off the perks I wake up thinkin' it's a new day Ridin' with the sticks My brother told me come pick em up Dummy got the pounds You need a ounce then go and hit em up Clutching on my 40 I'm in love and I might switch it up Can't lie I be trippin' Losing vision from this double cup Yeah I got a Glocky Told my brother grab another one Knockers hit the scene But they can't tell that it's a cover-up We got repercussion if a youngin' feelin' dumb or sum My baby got the ying And when he slide you know he dumpin' sum Switches on them new Glocks titties on that 40 Know my young and automatic He gon' shoot like Robert Horry How you tryna pick a side But you ain't even hear the story I been steppin' in them puddles I got used to when it's stormy Yeah I got a new bitch she be actin' bad too I give her a pool stick then you gon' hear some bad news Dummy servin' fiends he on that block Keep pushin' pounds through How you say we beefin'? I don't know nothin' about you Nothing about you How you say we beefin? I don't know nothing about you On God
Writer(s): Seir D Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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