Stickbaby205 - Me Style (Freestyle) Lyrics

Just watch how I come in this hoe
You know that I'm f*ckin' your hoe
You ain't gon' do shit fasho, let's run it
I ripped her up from the back, left that lil' pussy leakin'
Stickbaby drip good like a deacon
Let him reach for my neck and I'm teachin
Foot on they neck, got these f*ck boys on defense
Walk down on his ass, hobo
Stay in the field with my nine, Tony Romo
She bounce on the Dickk like a pogo
I got your hoe in my room, throwin' neck like a yo-yo
Stone Cold stunner, Steve Austin
She seen them racks in my jeans, that hoe got to gawking
12 jump behind me I lost em'
He tried to run from the switch, Trey Young I hawked him
Can't teach me the game, cause I'm the one taught it
Let me pull on that wig, cause I'm the one bought it
Smokin' on pollen, this shit have you coughing
Pickin' on who?, might as well pick a coffin
I was locked for 8 months, gave these niggas a chance
I got this shit out the mud, sand
Run up on me, blow him down like a fan
5-0 on my dick, they gotta be fans
These niggas broke, they ass need to catch up
Hold up, you mustard ain't heard
I went straight to parker, thundering heard
Love servin' the junkies and fiends, on third
My Glock got a dick, and it switch like a tranny
I stay with my tool, like I'm Handy Mandy
I don't f*ck with niggas, they sweeter than candy
Send him to the reaper, Billy, Mandy
Like where would I be without trappin' ?
I got this iPhone jumpin', like kids on a mattress
Just let me know if it's static
Drop ten racks on his head, get em' stretched like elastic
I'm giving her inches, this dick in her spleen,
I shoot good, Danny Green
Now niggas want them a verse, they see I got steam
They be sweatin' me to drop, got em' hooked like Kareem
I'm posted up, Chris Bosh
Baby just cut conversation, you f*ckin' or not ?
No we can't talk, less' you come off that twat
Now eat up this dick, until I see snot
Niggas don't f*ck with me, I don't f*ck with them either
Play if you want, and get wrapped like fajitas
Good purp in my blunt, I'm smokin' on Easter
I don't want relations, I want me a eater
I don't want relations, I want me a freak
Niggas ain't havin' hoes, gon' die beatin' they meat
Catch him up in traffic, make him use his feet
Control plus alt, his life on delete
As soon as he turn, I'm poppin' his trunk
Got so many shots, like a bar get him drunk
Then spin back around like I flunked
Let him try me in the club, his ass gon' get jumped
Yes he gon' get his ass beat
Just like we workin' at Arby's, we handling beef
I'm high as f*ck, Steep
Don't play a sport, but I'm in the field like some cleats
I stopped playin' ball, but I still slang wood
Just go ask your hoe, she say I do it good
She'll swallow me whole if she could
Just like transmissions and motors, I'm straight out the hood
Catch him solo dolo, no shootin' at no crowd
We gon' send his ass up, put him straight through the clouds
Over the internet, niggas be loud
You catch him in person, he throwin' the towel
Real West End baby, forever live Mike
You speak on that name, on God it's on site
Get loose off the Luna, I'm grippin' her tight
Stickbaby the plumber, I'm known to lay pipe
I'm ballin' hard, like I was in PE
Why f*ck with him ?, when he wanna be me
Chopstick came with a burst, 3peat
Get out your body, we spin like a CD
(A CD)
I say, get out your body, we spin like a CD
Chopstick with the burst, 3peat
Why f*ck with that nigga, when he wanna be me ?
(Flrrrrdd, Flrrrrdd)
And these niggas knowin' I'm hard !!