dallas - stick up lyrics
[hook]
this is a stick up
pull ya stick up
gucci belt fed ex hold my d-ck up
run a check up
run a check up
this a stick up
pull ya stick up
gucci belt fed ex hold my package up
verse 1
we mobbin in the clob throw it up
throwin gang signs
you tweetin on your enemies i hang mine
“extended clip come out my pants so i hang nine”
he tried to hide to hid it so i pull it out his pocket
im not the plug im the socket b-tch
feel like nasa im holdin up a rocket b-tch
you n-gg- hard but he just folded like an omelette
blueface
fell like a rocket
imma take off
listen to gucci when im peelin all his face off
verse 2
im wit my n-gg-s and we rockin like some shocks
uh
p-ss-n n-gg-s always capping when they rappin uh
now im livin what im rappin uh
b-tch im aimin at your head f-ck a vest b-tch
blue hollows and they rippin up his chest b-tch
n-gg- tried me and im grabin the tech b-tch
this is f-ckin clear water on my necklace
sh-t im restless
sh-t this endless
b-tch im dallas and this comin outta texas
this a stick up
put yo stick up
louis belt just to hold my wallet
and my d-ck up
gotta pacc ima dog ima get em
d-ck leave a trail of tears
love that armageddon uh
boy i know you broke why u even flexin
phoenix boy 602 what i’m reppin
at ya throat, kinda funny that’s my f-ckin son
waste of time i ain’t juggin on u f-ckin b-ms
say w-ssup homie i ain’t even f-ckin run
peace of mind came with toting me a couple guns
it’s a stick up know i got my f-cking sticks up b-tch
i’m in the hood you know we mobbin plus a stick to switch
out the gutta prolly juggin till i get it rich
need a crack hoe mama need a tweakin b-tch
prolly dyin with the homies i done came wit
know that g code, no i can’t switch
know it’s benzo never f-ckin on the same b-tch
get u pieced up comin wit some lame kids
it’s a stick up, put yo stick up
louis belt just to hold my wallet and my d-ck up
run that check up, run that check up b-tch
it’s a stick up put yo stick up b-tch
louis belt just to hold my wallet and my d-ck up
mobbin in the club throw it up yuh
got my sticks out, homie why you came round
all my homies deep comin just to gang out
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