6ix9ine - Sticks And Stones lyrics

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Niggas really think they the shit
'Til my team come in and we shit on 'em
(And shit nigga)
Beat a nigga out his Yeezys, they on E-Bay
Let him bid on 'em same lames y'all idolize
If you would fight wanna spit on me
I only ride with my day ones, if
You ain't Scum, suck a dick, homie
Niggas mad 'cause they bitch want me
It's fuck a bitch, I'm 'bout my chips
I need a 6 with the kit on it, 38
Rubber grip on it
Scum Gang, all my niggas riders
Cut coke with the Benefiber
Word around my side of town
Your bitch is sly so I slid inside her
I made a promise to my mama
That I'll get these dollars
I load the clip into the smith and flip 'em
All these bottles
Money grow on trees, I'm living in the forest
How you feel about these niggas? Man
Don't get me started
Rocking and rolling and rolling and rocking
I lay low from plain clothes
They patrol my block
I gotta get these pesos
I'm stacking all my guap
Do this for my Scum niggas
Man, they all I got, uh

Sticks and stones may break my bones
But this MAC-11 take his soul
Tag his toe, burn the pipe
They don't know, they learn tonight
Tie him up, pour some gasoline on him
Light him up five Xan bars with the lean
Got me high as fuck

Wish I could bring Pun back, blaow, nigga
Run that 'Til they let Remmy out
We gon' let these semis out
Wish I could bring Stacks back, Chad
Let that MAC clap 'Til they free Biggavel
Gotta give you niggas hell
Blicky make that nigga yell
Beam hit his knees
Made him scream, when that nigga fell
Shootout with the law
Or the morgue 'fore I sit in jail
Niggas say they love me
But I can see it in these niggas eyes
They don't wish me well
I don't need their company
They smilin' when a nigga fell
Seein' that I'm poppin' in the shots
I'm like the Durell
Order stitches for these snitches
Dead men tell no tales
Diggin' ditches for these niggas
Toss 'em in, so well
Drive-by, leave him in the street, nigga
Road kill
HBA, gold fronts, let me guess, "So trill"?
Nigga, this is New York, make the wrong move
And the goons let the tool spark
(Brooklyn) Work hard, move salt
8 Ball like pool holes
Cracked like the pavement
Diesel like the gas station
Trap out the basement
Blow in the Pyrex, mask on our faces
Let 'em act sketch
Bet this lead will erase 'em
I'm packing a MAC in the front of the Porsche
Don't care about what's-his name, fuck him
He's soft
His girl in the patches, she sucking me off
Scum is the gang, I do what I want
I'm packing a MAC in the front of the Porsche
Don't care about what's-his name, fuck him
He's soft
His girl in the patches, she sucking me off
Scum is the gang, I do what I want

Sticks and stones may break my bones
But this MAC-11 take his soul
Tag his toe, burn the pipe
They don't know, they learn tonight
Tie him up, pour some gasoline on him
Light him up five Xan bars with the lean
Got me high as fuck

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