Tana - stick (remix) lyrics

Yeah, gang yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, what? Yeah, yeah, gang

I keep a blick in the whip
If he wanna run he get with the stick (Stick)
Balmain jeans with the Rick (Rick)
I got a Glock and it came with a shh
I can't take a picture
I keep flicking my wrist
She see me in the mall
Now she wanna take flicks
He keep talkin', that rod split his nose
Know that we all know that little boy
He not slick

Woah, I can't go out sad
I put that on my bro
And they know I'm dripped out
Rick Owen on my toes
And she be like, "Tana, boy
You do the most" (Bah)
Shoot him in public
Look at that lil' boy froze
Prada jeans and they filled with the rolls
Left the party and we hop in that ghost
The feds on us, lil' bro, we got to go (Go)

I keep a blick in the whip
If he wanna run he get with the stick (Stick)
Balmain jeans with the Rick (Rick)
I got a Glock and it came with a shh
I can't take a picture
I keep flicking my wrist
She see me in the mall
Now she wanna take flicks
He keep talkin', that rod split his nose
Know that we all know that little boy
He not slick

Stick stick
Rick blatt