"STICKY" lyrics
Suni MF & Cozz Lyrics
Yeah, hey, hey, look
I'm a monster, I carry my own, I grow when very alone
404 area code, I know a spot we can go
Could've freed a lot of niggas, same shit that Harriet told
The selling of souls, I scan the room like serial codes
Niggas praying I fold, smile in my face, ulterior motives
Interior ghosts
White on white like trailer parks and jumping off boats
And nose full of coke and trust funds, barely had bus funds
Make some adjustments
Ran out on my front once when I was mad young
Back when I had the Samsung
Niggas be Samson 'til I get them they hair done
Balling like AND1
Boy, don't end up at square one
Shit could get sticky, icky, icky, icky, yeah
Shit could get sticky, icky, icky, icky, yeah
Shit could get sticky, icky, icky, icky, yeah
Don't let it get... don't let it get
Shit could get sticky, icky, icky, icky, yeah
Shit could get sticky, icky, icky, icky, yeah
Shit could get sticky, icky, icky, icky, uh
Don't let it get, uh
Yeah, don't let it get
See where I'm from, you better watch your back and your front
Better keep your jewelry close, it's cold, they'll jack it or something
These tools is used to build up a better life
This hammer get dumping
Better shoot for a basket or something
Get to rapping or something
I've been relaxing this summer
Look what this rapping did for me
Counting racks to a hundred after the tax in a bundle
My duffle bag filled with subtle clues that I'm acting a fool
Got some condoms, honey packs, and 20 racks and some jewels
But Cody Mac ain't a fool
I ain't lacking, pistol packing, and my hands can get loose
Quick-handed, fist landing, turn a man to a mousse
Turn Batman into Bruce
Superman to Clark Kent
Slapped them glasses off too
I'm a Metro bus baby, your Crenshaw district child
I'm him in real life, these no niggas digital
When they try to steal the flow, then fuck it, I switch the style
If shit wasn't sticky then, fuck it, it's sticky now
Shit could get sticky, icky, icky, icky, yeah
Shit could get sticky, icky, icky, icky, yeah
Shit could get sticky, icky, icky, icky, yeah
Don't let it get... don't let it get
Shit could get sticky, icky, icky, icky, yeah
Shit could get sticky, icky, icky, icky, yeah
Shit could get sticky, icky, icky, icky, uh
Don't let it get, uh
Don't let it get
I'm a monster, I carry my own, I grow when very alone
404 area code, I know a spot we can go
Could've freed a lot of niggas, same shit that Harriet told
The selling of souls, I scan the room like serial codes
Niggas praying I fold, smile in my face, ulterior motives
Interior ghosts
White on white like trailer parks and jumping off boats
And nose full of coke and trust funds, barely had bus funds
Make some adjustments
Ran out on my front once when I was mad young
Back when I had the Samsung
Niggas be Samson 'til I get them they hair done
Balling like AND1
Boy, don't end up at square one
Shit could get sticky, icky, icky, icky, yeah
Shit could get sticky, icky, icky, icky, yeah
Shit could get sticky, icky, icky, icky, yeah
Don't let it get... don't let it get
Shit could get sticky, icky, icky, icky, yeah
Shit could get sticky, icky, icky, icky, yeah
Shit could get sticky, icky, icky, icky, uh
Don't let it get, uh
Yeah, don't let it get
See where I'm from, you better watch your back and your front
Better keep your jewelry close, it's cold, they'll jack it or something
These tools is used to build up a better life
This hammer get dumping
Better shoot for a basket or something
Get to rapping or something
I've been relaxing this summer
Look what this rapping did for me
Counting racks to a hundred after the tax in a bundle
My duffle bag filled with subtle clues that I'm acting a fool
Got some condoms, honey packs, and 20 racks and some jewels
But Cody Mac ain't a fool
I ain't lacking, pistol packing, and my hands can get loose
Quick-handed, fist landing, turn a man to a mousse
Turn Batman into Bruce
Superman to Clark Kent
Slapped them glasses off too
I'm a Metro bus baby, your Crenshaw district child
I'm him in real life, these no niggas digital
When they try to steal the flow, then fuck it, I switch the style
If shit wasn't sticky then, fuck it, it's sticky now
Shit could get sticky, icky, icky, icky, yeah
Shit could get sticky, icky, icky, icky, yeah
Shit could get sticky, icky, icky, icky, yeah
Don't let it get... don't let it get
Shit could get sticky, icky, icky, icky, yeah
Shit could get sticky, icky, icky, icky, yeah
Shit could get sticky, icky, icky, icky, uh
Don't let it get, uh
Don't let it get
