"Wit A Sticc" lyrics

Idea coming for the 808

Aye
Glizzy on my waist like a hip bone
Told my nigga that he straight when he get home
The opps only good for making diss songs
The only thing I'm turnin' down is the street I live on
Sell a couple packs off the flip phone
Shoot a nigga they ain't act like I ain't did shit wrong
Disrespectful lil nigga, say I'm dead wrong
Cause if the opps gotta candle light its gettin' pissed on
You wanna gamble with yo life then nigga bet it up
I heard a bitch don't like them niggas have her set it up
Mix the body wit the K, we gon' wet it up
I really started from the ground but now I'm headed up
To the toppy, she gon' suck it sloppy
Make her call me papi, then I bust her like a glocky
Nah I ain't cocky, but can't nobody stop me
Snitch nigga, bitch nigga, nigga that is not me

I just bought a glizzy wit a stick
Runnin' through the city wit the crips
Bitch lookin' pretty wit them tits
Gucci or the or the Louis or the Fendi wit the drip
Aye
I just bought a glizzy wit a stick
Run-Runnin' through the city wit the crips
Bitch lookin' pretty wit them tits
Louis or the Gucci or the Fendi wit the drip
Aye

Every time I rap nigga I speak all facts
Like a uppercase letter nigga you all cap
Aim for his ball cap, wartime, making the enemies wanna fall back
Look in the mirror, I feel like the chosen one
Tiger Woods wit a pole, tryna put a hole in one
He never slide, but only cry when his homie gone
Them niggas hard to find, they rare like a pokémon
Came with my gang
I don't bang for the fame
Can't hang with them lames
Can't change for no change
Stay wit a thang and I aim for the brain
You ain't the same, can't complain
Nigga stay in yo lane
And everything I do is all for the bread
Fuck a bad bitch then kick her right off of the bed
Still screamin' long live dirt
If I catch that nigga *censored* then its off with his head

I just bought a glizzy wit a stick
Runnin' through the city wit the crips
Bitch lookin' pretty wit them tits
Gucci or the or the Louis or the Fendi wit the drip
Aye
I just bought a glizzy wit a stick
Run-Runnin' through the city wit the crips(gang, gang)
Bitch lookin' pretty wit them tits
Louis or the Gucci or the Fendi wit the drip

Tell mac bring my money back this drank hit
Vv's on my neck, my niggas got the same shit
Tryna stuff eighty in my pocket this shit can't fit
Call my Asian crips, them nigga do same day hits
I just landed in LA hit up my nigga young
We got bands, and like a band, I stay wit a drum
I can buy what you got on, but I ah take yo shit(give me that)
Call bro, I need a Draco, he got navy sticks
I hit a nigga city, get a room and a rental, find out where he be
Pokin', throw a hundred out the window
I got niggas in the feds, all they paperwork official
Told yo bitch stop screamin' they gon' think I'm tryna kill you
Shut up, two-tone rollie, 100k it's on me(on me)
This bitch a hood trophy, my bitch a good trophy
Lost the police in that cat brody, you should of saw me
Them bitches prolly still wishin' that they could of caught me
Nigga

I just bought a glizzy wit a stick
Runnin' through the city wit the crips
Bitch lookin' pretty wit them tits
Gucci or the or the Louis or the Fendi wit the drip
Aye
I just bought a glizzy wit a stick
Run-Runnin' through the city wit the crips
Bitch lookin' pretty wit them tits
Louis or the Gucci or the Fendi wit the drip
Aye