"Sticky Situations" lyrics
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Gotti
Sticky situations I ain't ever looking back
If the music don't work then I'm heading to the trap
Lap after lap making rack after rack
Gelato 41 and we got cookies by the pack
I can't teach you bout no bank cards
I can take you round the block and show you trap yards
I used to trap for some jewels and some mad cars
Now I'm thinking right, stacking for some fat yards
I was thrown in the deep end, no lifeguards
No old digits, me and this brick when I trapped hard
Me and B-Star in the German when we drive past
Most these niggas in the station turned to pop stars
Jakes hate me cah they dunno where my drops are
Silly amount of money that I made off this Lyca
TT grub has the nitties saying "five stars"
What you want? What you need? Yeah I got dawg
And I was raised in the mud
But now I'm in the trap flipping racks and investing P's into nugs
Hella man talk trap and no plugs
We grind for this cash not love
Tell my bitch I need trust, not hugs
Sticky situations I ain't ever looking back
If the music don't work then I'm heading to the trap
Lap after lap making rack after rack
Gelato 41 and we got cookies by the pack
Sticky situations I ain't ever looking back
If the music don't work then I'm heading to the trap
Lap after lap making rack after rack
Gelato 41 and we got cookies by the pack
My bitch asked me "When can we go and eat?"
I said chill, I'm waiting on a key
I ain't talking keys to a flat
I'm talking about the keys that I push in the trap
Plug knows, I don't holla for no bits
His phone only rings when I want a couple bricks
I pay cash, I don't consign shit
I give it to my youngers they go ham on the drip
I just wanna live lavish, sippin' henny in my palace
Country Dons my team be the maddest
Q to a brick, I went hard on this strip
That's why there's 32 on my wrist
Real thugs know me I ain't a joke G
Don't make me dig it up and get all smokey
If I bring Cartel and Don you're getting poked G
12 on a jacket, I'm always in the latest fashion
Sticky situations I ain't ever looking back
If the music don't work then I'm heading to the trap
Lap after lap making rack after rack
Gelato 41 and we got cookies by the pack
Sticky situations I ain't ever looking back
If the music don't work then I'm heading to the trap
Lap after lap making rack after rack
Gelato 41 and we got cookies by the pack
Ay all my niggas ballers but but this ain't no footy match
If I catch that nigga slipping we gon dip it in his back
Might grab man a slag, quick beat then a dash
They don't come my sides cause they know we're coming back
Ay, let me tell you ay yo fuck it let me show you something
Yo I need a plug tick me some grub and I won't owe you nothing Roll and bunning
Snapchat their location then their skating cause they know we are coming
Bitches want my baby man you crazy b we only fucking
Thotiana want my dolla, tell her bust it down
Weren't here from the come up but they love me now I gotta bounce
Shake it all about cause I've been in and out
Ain't talkin' bout a grinder when I tell bro get his spinner out
If you won't bang for me, no way you can hang with me
Been a gyallis since the days they were pinging off my BlackBerry
And I'll ride out with my family, reload on that salad cream
Got a rocket in my pocket that will send man to the galaxy
Gotti
Sticky situations I ain't ever looking back
If the music don't work then I'm heading to the trap
Lap after lap making rack after rack
Gelato 41 and we got cookies by the pack
I can't teach you bout no bank cards
I can take you round the block and show you trap yards
I used to trap for some jewels and some mad cars
Now I'm thinking right, stacking for some fat yards
I was thrown in the deep end, no lifeguards
No old digits, me and this brick when I trapped hard
Me and B-Star in the German when we drive past
Most these niggas in the station turned to pop stars
Jakes hate me cah they dunno where my drops are
Silly amount of money that I made off this Lyca
TT grub has the nitties saying "five stars"
What you want? What you need? Yeah I got dawg
And I was raised in the mud
But now I'm in the trap flipping racks and investing P's into nugs
Hella man talk trap and no plugs
We grind for this cash not love
Tell my bitch I need trust, not hugs
Sticky situations I ain't ever looking back
If the music don't work then I'm heading to the trap
Lap after lap making rack after rack
Gelato 41 and we got cookies by the pack
Sticky situations I ain't ever looking back
If the music don't work then I'm heading to the trap
Lap after lap making rack after rack
Gelato 41 and we got cookies by the pack
My bitch asked me "When can we go and eat?"
I said chill, I'm waiting on a key
I ain't talking keys to a flat
I'm talking about the keys that I push in the trap
Plug knows, I don't holla for no bits
His phone only rings when I want a couple bricks
I pay cash, I don't consign shit
I give it to my youngers they go ham on the drip
I just wanna live lavish, sippin' henny in my palace
Country Dons my team be the maddest
Q to a brick, I went hard on this strip
That's why there's 32 on my wrist
Real thugs know me I ain't a joke G
Don't make me dig it up and get all smokey
If I bring Cartel and Don you're getting poked G
12 on a jacket, I'm always in the latest fashion
Sticky situations I ain't ever looking back
If the music don't work then I'm heading to the trap
Lap after lap making rack after rack
Gelato 41 and we got cookies by the pack
Sticky situations I ain't ever looking back
If the music don't work then I'm heading to the trap
Lap after lap making rack after rack
Gelato 41 and we got cookies by the pack
Ay all my niggas ballers but but this ain't no footy match
If I catch that nigga slipping we gon dip it in his back
Might grab man a slag, quick beat then a dash
They don't come my sides cause they know we're coming back
Ay, let me tell you ay yo fuck it let me show you something
Yo I need a plug tick me some grub and I won't owe you nothing Roll and bunning
Snapchat their location then their skating cause they know we are coming
Bitches want my baby man you crazy b we only fucking
Thotiana want my dolla, tell her bust it down
Weren't here from the come up but they love me now I gotta bounce
Shake it all about cause I've been in and out
Ain't talkin' bout a grinder when I tell bro get his spinner out
If you won't bang for me, no way you can hang with me
Been a gyallis since the days they were pinging off my BlackBerry
And I'll ride out with my family, reload on that salad cream
Got a rocket in my pocket that will send man to the galaxy
