Stickbaby205 - Delivered Lyrics

Fly as f*ck i hit da club wit my shades on
If the lil hoe aint f*cking we gotta find her a way home
Better grab a puncho this drac right hea a rain on ya
Like torrey niggas needa stay up in they lane don't it?
(flrrd stickbaby) yeah im taking off just like a missle
No woods no conversation baby we don't smoke out swishers
My old bitch text she miss me i left that on delivered
So i got mad and text the plug please get them hoes delivered

I kept it player went and got a bag i'm slick like lube
Yo shooters got no pep when they aint clutching tools
I get annoyed when a hoe keep telling me i'm rude
You can't do shit for me but f*ck me i aint that other dude
Bitch had to the audacity to turn around and ask me what i mean
Like what you mean what i mean ion need a bitch i'm what a bitch need

(im him)

I never needed a bitch im what a bitch need

Baby i'm having plenty motion, alotta paper
You see me chokeslamming these packs just like the undertaker
Niggas a sit on they ass all day cause they dont wanna make it
Put him inna trap he made no effort bruh was acting lazy
I tried to put his ass on bruh ass aint wanna make it
I put the work in myself how could you niggas hate me ?
I grabbed that scale and took that risk yall niggas aint wanna take it
Man ion owe a nigga shit you want it come & take it

Den made a 100 some plays off this iphone
Wockiana steady keep staining up my styrofoam
Keep shit a stack nigga yeen nobody to lie on
Never did shit on dem missions boy you used to drive home
I den rode for niggas that aint even have cars
Got mine out the mud like a my player i aint have stars
Jumped straight to vacuum seal nigga i skipped right past jars
When i speak this shit touch souls my mindset past bars

She gone go and f*ck the nigga with the biggest sack
So when i hit her dont be tender just come get her back
I aint trynna cuff yo hoe li bruh just gone relax
You talking reckless bout this hoe that shit a get you whacked
I love when a nigga staring trynna play hard
Faceshot faceshot you better get a face guard
No bad business i aint f*cking up my face card
Why finesse when you got clientele you know i play smart

Fly as f*ck i hit da club wit my shades on
If the lil hoe aint f*cking we gotta find her a way home
Better grab a puncho this drac right hea a rain on ya
Like torrey niggas needa stay up in they lane don't it?
(flrrd stickbaby) yeah im taking off just like a missle
No woods no conversation baby we don't smoke out swishers
My old bitch text she miss me i left that on delivered
So i got mad and text the plug please get them hoes delivered