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c-note - stick up lyrics

you ain’t no street n-gga
you don’t be outside
when gangsta sh-t finna pop off
you hide
boy you ain’t seen not one homicide
meet me at the park with the bricks in the slide
shoot up the wedding and kidnap the bride
b-tch this a stick up
n0body get up
came here for 6 packs
i ain’t do no sit ups
i offed at your top now they pickin yo sh-t up
now when we get in this b-tch n0body split up
yo p-ssy good but roll up this wood hoe
i got the bricks under the wood floor
yeah i’m at the trap
the one wit the wood door
where we at never seen you at no hood store
i’m keepin’ the check
i’m wishin’ he would tho
swiper no swipin’
b-tch i’m a fox

then once again
we den made faux
it’s too many n-ggas i ain’t finna box
i’m up in this b-tch and i’m letting out shots
how low to hit his chest so his heart gone stop
i know i’m gone bubble
b-tch i’m gone pop
if that don’t go as planned i’m back to the pops
me and my n-ggas tied in like a knot
look, we know ain’t no shops in that spot, (no)

he ain’t got no strap on him
my n-ggas itchin’ cause he got that black on him
how you a trap boy
he say he a trap boy ain’t have a rack on him
his body gone drop
his body gone drop if i drop a stack on him
live wit it boy
you ain’t do no drills
you only a k!lla
when you on them pills
this sh-t i got gone make his -ss sit still
boy don’t play wit me i be in the field
make yo whole team take a knee in the field
boy don’t try to sip in that drank and it ain’t sealed
b-tch i been robbin since you was a school boy
oh you a gangster nah we still ain’t cool boy
okay you want smoke?

my n-gga on probation he got a cool for you
that b-tch gone f-ck you
but what she gone do for you
oh you want a b-tch
well i got 2 for you
i got that b-tch traveling like she a dora
she sellin that cat out that black explorer
told the police swear to god i don’t know her
that b-tch with that i swear to god imma blow her
i’m 2 steps ahead
my n-ggas went fed
we got that yay yeah
in the bunk beds
i love my brothers
we breakin bread
me and my b-tch
always bumpin heads
back in the day,
used to jump off them pegs
clappin sh-t up
i ain’t shooting at legs
commissary good
i might bust a spread
pourin up good drank
i love my meds
boy i was raised by some k!llas forreal
i can’t take ya serious, is you forreal?

everywhere i go the pole is stuck to me
i f-cked her one time, the lil b-tch is stuck to me
i can make you happy just put your trust in me
that boy gone die, if he thinkin bout touching me
say yall tryna flow
so we want know
i’m praying to god, these n-ggas dont blow
go ask my momma, i don’t give no f-cks
bricks in the trunk
pints in the cooler
this ain’t no 40 boy go get your ruler
i’m groovy as f-ck, i just left the jeweler
yo this sh-t was evil ain’t n0body smoother
how you a crip you don’t know larry hoover
you ain’t got no gun boy dont say you no shooter
i’m tryna link up but you on the computer
i’m tired of these lil n-ggas claiming rank
if i collect children i swear imma blank
this weed smell good but his body stank
i been on the block imma fool in the paint
k rollin n-ggas a fool wit the drank
this b-tch a fool wit the head (aye)
i’m actin the fool in this n-gga bed
f-ck bein cool, f-ck what you said
we gone see you, in that casket bed

i know you tell us some gangsta sh-t go off
these n-ggas p-ssy, these n-ggas so soft
i hit yo gas and i ain’t get no cough
you better watch him even tho that’s yo role dog
fell in love with trappin i’m getting married
wake you b-tch -ss and watch you get buried
boy you a rat
like tom and jerry
imma shoot 3
like justin terry
it’s gone get ugly
it’s gone get scary

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