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duvy - stick talk lyrics

stick talk lyrics
[intro]
yeah, this sh+t off the top, man
(run that up, rico)
but you already knew that, yeah
southside, southside sh+t (okay, yeah)
(grrrt, fire)

[chorus]
p+ssy n+gga get caught out the bounce
p+ssy n+gga get shot, tried shoot (tried shoot)
run up on me, this .9 will do you (this .9)
run up on me, my mans will do you (my mans)
that stick talk, i run the streets with the hit squad
big dutty 19, hit you
i’m with a k!ller, k!llings, yeah, my n+ggas don’t spare none, yeah (nah)
when n+ggas they pop out, they get shot down, bl++dy flame some (flame)
leave the boy, lead you right at the tunnel (leave)
you gon’ get hit up in your strip (play)
n+ggas die by this sh+t (n+ggas die)
can’t ask your big homiе to save you (yeah)
n+ggas get lеft in that car, dead (for real)
[verse 1]
searchin’ for bodies, my brother, i’m searchin’ for bodies (no bap)
ain’t no static (nah)
n+ggas don’t no static (nah)
n+gga got left, tried to do the dash (do the dash)
crazy thing about it, his man ain’t shoot
when i’m runnin’ these streets, everybody ’round me shootin’
thinkin’ i won’t, but i do it (i do it)
wipe that boy (p+ssy), let’s wrap him up (wrap him up)
who that man? he spying on us (he spying)
watch that van, line it up (yeah)
on that car, fire it up (on that car)
you know that my head high, yeah (my head high)
sometimes i go mia (mia)
at the end of the day, i’m straight (i’m good)
he alive, but that n+gga, he vegetable (oh, yeah)
know you want give up (give up)
know you want give up (oh, yeah+yeah)
smoking the broccoli in the beef (yeah)
he turned to broccoli ’cause the beef
on that corner (corner), like he a junkie how he in the streets (for real, though)
(no bap)

[chorus]
p+ssy n+gga get caught out the bounce
p+ssy n+gga get shot, tried shoot (grrrt)
run up on me, this .9 will do you
run up on me, my mans will do you
that stick talk, i run the streets with the hit squad
big dutty 19, hit you
i’m with a k!ller, k!llings, yeah, my n+ggas don’t spare none, yeah (grrt, for real, for real)
when n+ggas they pop out, they get shot down, bl++dy flame some (shot down)
leave the boy, lead you right at the tunnel (leave)
you gon’ get hit up in your strip (oh, yeah+yeah)
n+ggas die by this sh+t (yeah, yeah)
can’t ask your big homie to save you (nah)
n+ggas get left in that car, dead
[verse 2]
choppa in the backyard (backyard)
keep spittin’, don’t stop (keep spittin’)
it gets hard, but we very smart (very smart)
pass me the addy, bro, put a beam right on his chest, oh, yeah+yeah
said he can’t wait to see his dawgs, n+gga, he next (he next, huh, get ’em)
get stretched, give him extra (extra)
red flag on the g+27, leave the boy lookin’ like ketchup (bl++dy)
stick talk, ain’t with that sh+t that we about
send him out with murder route (murder route)
probably the reason you heard about us

[bridge]
187, free my dawgs (grrt+grrt)
southside sh+t (southside)
(murder route, murder route)
yeah+yeah, yeah+yeah (17)
f+ck these n+ggas, they with the opps
they gon’ get it too, for real

[chorus]
p+ssy n+gga get caught out the bounce (yeah)
p+ssy n+gga get shot, tried shoot (tried shoot)
run up on me, this .9 will do you (this .9)
run up on me, my mans will do you (my mans)
that stick talk (stick), i run the streets with the hit squad (the hit)
big dutty 19, hit you (it hit you)
i’m with a k!ller, k!llings, yeah, my n+ggas don’t spare none, yeah
when n+ggas they pop out, they get shot down, bl++dy flame some
leave the boy, lead you right at the tunnel (leave)
you gon’ get hit up in your strip (your strip)
n+ggas die by this sh+t (yeah, yeah)
can’t ask your big homie to save you (yeah, yeah)
n+ggas get left in that car, dead

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