YNW Melly, Fredo Bang - Big Sticks lyrics

Fredrick Dewon Thomas Givens II

[YNW Melly, Fredo Bang - Big Sticks lyrics]

We don't miss shit, we just split shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nah nah nah nah, ayy, ayy, ayy keep it Z3N

Getting to that bag, we got big chips
(We got big chips)
And for these pussy niggas, we got big sticks
(Big sticks)
Getting to that bag, we got big chips
(We got big chips)
And for these pussy niggas
We got big sticks, yeah
We don't miss shit, we just split shit
Only gang, pussy niggas, we don't mix with
We don't miss shit, we just split shit
Only gang, pussy niggas, we don't mix with

I believe in God
But I do not believe in Bibles
Don't fuck with pussy rappers 'cause
These niggas just want follows
I just bought a chopper and I
Filled it up with hollows
Put it on your partner
Make the nigga sing a high note
I got that bag on me
But I could just smash for free
I put your dawg to sleep
Now who want a war with me?
Yeah, I gotta pop a Perc'
Just to get to sleep
Big old 23, and this bitch big as me
Yeah, I don't miss shit, I just split shit
Convicted felon, but I keep a big stick
I wipe my prints off of the gun
So I can't get in trouble
The chopper split a nigga up
Just like a pizza cutter

Getting to that bag, we got big chips
(We got big chips)
And for these pussy niggas, we got big sticks
(Big sticks)
Getting to that bag, we got big chips
(We got big chips)
And for these pussy niggas
We got big sticks, yeah
We don't miss shit, we just split shit
Only gang, pussy niggas, we don't mix with
We don't miss shit
(Slatt) , we just split shit (yeah)
Only gang, pussy niggas, we don't mix with

Only gang, pussy nigga, we don't miss sleep
Fredo Bang, that my nigga, he a misfit
Kool-Aid with this shit
You better not mix in
If you do, you're getting put inside a box
Bitch
Dick on the Glock and it's hanging out
Hanging out like an 18 year old
Just moved out his mama's house
Pussy ass nigga, don't play with the crew
I'll shoot at your mama's spouse
AKA your dad, my bitches are bad
She sucking my D, I told her relax
No I ain't missing
It ain't 'bout petition
We pull up on you and leave your ass missing
You fuck niggas snitching to
All the commissioners uh, no literally
I'm feeling her spiritually
She wanna fuck on Melly, baby
My dick longer than a
Martin Luther King speech

Getting to that bag, we got big chips
(We got big chips)
And for these pussy niggas, we got big sticks
(Big sticks)
Getting to that bag, we got big chips
(We got big chips)
And for these pussy niggas
We got big sticks, yeah
We don't miss shit, we just split shit
Only gang, pussy niggas, we don't mix with
We don't miss shit, we just split shit
Only gang, pussy niggas, we don't mix with

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