[ Featuring Henry J Coker Jr ]
I keep stick & stones get outta my way,
Wavy & Grooovy, what can I say,
You know body, maybe not probably,
I'm getting money nomatter they hate
I keep stick & stones get outta my way,
Aim at ya motha, pressure I spray,
I'm not killa pussyboi feeling some type of way
Because I'm making pap.
Stick and movie y'all slipping usually, blicky smoothly uplifting fools, I got family on red & blue so please excuse I don't pick in chose.
Ride for both when time to slide, opposition didn't drown they crashed.
Project niggas don't up yappa for show & tell when ya heard the ( ) mashed potatoes his vest gone fail.
Face looking like gumbo, I'm still hungry & cold as hell,
Even with this burner smoking, coka either gone trap or jail.
Coka either gone package mail, Coka either hard rock or sell,
F*ck feddy & locals yeah,
Coka rather be broke than dead.
Sticks & Stones when I'm focused Yeah,
Yeah with the Yeah gone expose ya dead,
Stick handles with extensions fled,
Still got hit with Rico shit, still got debts nope streets don't miss, & still gone blow Pow sleep on this.
Posterpedic, poster needed stretch arms strong and feet gone split, run ricky run,
Ain't no scary money out here, nope.get ya doughboi and gun.
Ain't no weak getting pass us, nope! before Friday it's done.
Ain't no week getting pass her nope every Wednesday she comes.
When I up the blicky ain't nobody iffy, leave'em bloody don't matter if crippy, puncture a pussy, dead who ain't with me.
Healthy & wealthy still spit it sickly,
Checking for rabbies swore youngin bit me.
Swerve, Swerve, you ain't got the money fiend curve, the nerve, bitch word,
Bricks we chipping, make fiends stand crooked, leaning how sway, my Con Yea new sense, I'm so smart shit my hustle stupid,
I have big dreams, my nightmares Lucid,
You gotta ask, I do this, now you wanna hate us it's fluent,
Shorty wanna play dumb clueless, focused on all of my movements,
When its up up, it's stuck stuck, duck duck,
Wsup yup, black truck, dead the competition,
I get money so gotta keepa stick, I'm so dope I gotta sell least a nick, I f*ck dimes then it's back to the strip, under the MoneyTREE, stash with a blick,
I f*ck I touch Rachets Load, sticks hit deep like backshots whoa,
Pull Out, swtich lit attack foes, chips of brickland on y'all clothes
