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ts cool - stickup lyrics

[hook x2]
pick up, pick up, this a stickup, stickup, yeah
i tell ’em pick up, pick up, this a stickup, stickup, uh

i’m gonna f-cking k!ll somebody

[verse 1: torin reese]
check
stop it, imposters, gotta monster on the roster
better double-up the chain when you locking up your locker
i’m kinda a bit obnoxious, finna knock you off your rocker
or walk right out the tavern with a pocket full of lobster
not really a doctor, i’m sick as it gets
i could throw you off the cliff with just a fl!ck to the chest
i’m the silliest pest, yo we k!lling it and realer than rest
if we robbed you of your profit, you can bill the address
best lay low, i’m a cowboy
we just trying to make dough for the loud noise
clown mask with a whole tin of child toys
cause i slither in, draco to the malfoy
got your airs on, i’m ready to float
my method provokes hating cause b-tch i’m better than most
ok, steady the pulse, you see we set to explode
lookin’ to cream in the ‘tang like method & ghost
you dig?

[hook x2]

i’m gonna f-cking k!ll somebody

[verse 2: torin reese]
i’m destined for greatness, the quest that i’m making
leave you breathless, better step then, you pest, you’re less than amazing
and when i left, there’s nothing left for the taking
left of me definitely dempsey, mess with me, let you rest in a grave then, i’m sayin’
i’m super saiyan, who debating? the true invasion’s when my crew invadin’
stupid, save it, the ruthless, greatest
and in layman’s terms, i gotta way with words, and i make it work
if my brain berserk, you better lay to dirt when i lose my patience
stoop to a newer place that’s lower than i’ve been before
mister, what? everything you say, my middle finger up
under the covers i uncover she’s undercover
just trying to covet, but i treat it just like it’s nothing, uh
selling my soul to the illuminati, i’m kicking it proper, your spittin’ is sloppy
just listen, i’m vivid, the illest who did it, the kid is just racking up millions of bodies
who’s gonna stop me, papi? who got the rocks to box me?
rocky? nah, see, i’mma keep doing it c-cky ’til all of the stocks are stocky

[hook]

motherf-cker

[verse 3: torin reese]
it’s the red-handed bandit, with a sledgehammer handy
so don’t fret darlin’, cause to your ex-man, i’m gambit
the best and nothing less man, i’m famished
and i’m finna eat your portion, dog, best grab a bandage
you cut like i just drew consecutive black lines across of your lifespan
no, not the devil, but his right hand
so keep praying to the book atop of your nightstand
but i’m fly like a kite, no a wright, whenever i write man
and there is no defense, tactic, or sk!ll
you could learn to return my attacks, boy i’m ill
you slacking, we chill like alaskans, for real
quit asking, we mask up like madmen then k!ll
still its the guap-chaser, stock paper ’til the clock tocks
tickin’, stop, watch as i rock haters
the croc, gator, jaws off the hinges
sawed-off will saw off your god awful writtens

[verse 4: torin reese]
boy i kick back, lit match to your syntax
while i rip tracks, sort of like a sick b-st-rd
your sh-t’s backwards, thinking you compete with me
easily defeating the creeps i see through your scenery
those who oppose him outta notice they bogus
know that approaching the coach is hopeless, i’m hoping you don’t
bout to be choking, you ain’t floating in this ocean, oh no
you’ll end up croaking like a toad, get colder than eskimos
ha, you dead, get it? and lower than bad credit
distributing the sound, i cut it in bags, sell it
stuntin’, i’m back at it, with nothing but bad habits
thinking you a challenge? well nope, you in bed, dammit
you dreamin’, b-tch better believe it
you lowering the bar, i’m throwing it up like i’m bulimic
i’m hot wherever the scene is, with a pocket full of the cleanest
ain’t stopping ’til the fat b-tch is showing off her cleavage
it’s the meanest, you dig?

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