"STICK EM UP!" lyrics
Ayy
Yuh
Bitch, I got a blicky in my Letterman, I pop 'em like a peppermint
They never win
A pessimist I'll
Sin until
I'm sediment
Wanna let the devil in
Oh no that's not my religion
That's what these pussy mothafuckin' rappers do they sell to win
Say they sick
But I'm sicker
That young killa
Bitch it's heisenberg I'm cookin', bumpin' J Dilla
Fade dealer
That brass knuckle face splitta
Yung SXMPRA poppin' up out the cut that fuckin' grave digger
Hey bitch, you know what the fuck going on?
I've been doing this shit since like 2018
Eight-six in the motherfucking world
Anybody fucking touching me?
You can still be typing in the fucking comments though
Hahahaha
Run for the exit
Back with a vengeance
MAC-10
Spray
Like a mothafuckin' bandit
Ain't nobody comin'
With no mothafuckin' bandage
Ain't nobody run it up a mothafuck savage
Yeah
10 bands feel lavish
Broke boy
No cash
Feel damaged
Pop off with the TEC
Then vanish
Gotta leave more for these boys they famished
Pussy boy
I'm a mothafuckin' animal
Muzzle up my face like, "Hello, bitch," I am a cannibal
I was in the bathroom rackin' lines with Mr. Hannibal
I said, "Hannibal, it seems your bag is cut with mothafuckin panadol"
Bitch, my dogs steady chopping off a brick
And my dogs ready if they get no tick
And my dogs getting peckish, need a bone
I'ma chop it off ya bitch
And my dogs steady rolling with the clique, bitch
What the fuck is up mothafuckas?
You are now tuned in to SXMPRA FM 66.6, where you come to make your ears bleed and your mothafuckin' brain explode
Tell your aunties, uncles, cousins, and neighbour's dog to tune the fuck in or else, bitch
Yuh
Bitch, I got a blicky in my Letterman, I pop 'em like a peppermint
They never win
A pessimist I'll
Sin until
I'm sediment
Wanna let the devil in
Oh no that's not my religion
That's what these pussy mothafuckin' rappers do they sell to win
Say they sick
But I'm sicker
That young killa
Bitch it's heisenberg I'm cookin', bumpin' J Dilla
Fade dealer
That brass knuckle face splitta
Yung SXMPRA poppin' up out the cut that fuckin' grave digger
Hey bitch, you know what the fuck going on?
I've been doing this shit since like 2018
Eight-six in the motherfucking world
Anybody fucking touching me?
You can still be typing in the fucking comments though
Hahahaha
Run for the exit
Back with a vengeance
MAC-10
Spray
Like a mothafuckin' bandit
Ain't nobody comin'
With no mothafuckin' bandage
Ain't nobody run it up a mothafuck savage
Yeah
10 bands feel lavish
Broke boy
No cash
Feel damaged
Pop off with the TEC
Then vanish
Gotta leave more for these boys they famished
Pussy boy
I'm a mothafuckin' animal
Muzzle up my face like, "Hello, bitch," I am a cannibal
I was in the bathroom rackin' lines with Mr. Hannibal
I said, "Hannibal, it seems your bag is cut with mothafuckin panadol"
Bitch, my dogs steady chopping off a brick
And my dogs ready if they get no tick
And my dogs getting peckish, need a bone
I'ma chop it off ya bitch
And my dogs steady rolling with the clique, bitch
What the fuck is up mothafuckas?
You are now tuned in to SXMPRA FM 66.6, where you come to make your ears bleed and your mothafuckin' brain explode
Tell your aunties, uncles, cousins, and neighbour's dog to tune the fuck in or else, bitch
