Juice WRLD - Stick Talk (Lavagirl) lyrics

Yeah, I told slatt I'm finna talk some shit
Man we throwin' P's in this bitch,  man
Throwin' L's in this bitch, man
And we throwin' shells in this bitch

I'm with my nigga from the Nolia and
He down to let it spark
I forgot to mention that my bitch got a AR
Got a couple lil' tools
Put you in the graveyard
Short barrel AR, but it got a big bark
These ain't no 22 bullets, they
Leave more than a scar, boy
Hit you up like Lavagirl and
Leave you swimmin' like Sharkboy
From the Nolia to Chicago, we'll be
Down to let it spark, boy
Rifle bullets so sharp, thought I
Hit you with a dart, boy

Best not let me catch you
Walking through the park, boy
Big bro keep two revolvers, he a cowboy
Leave you with a shit bag
You got bloody farts, boy
Infrared dots, let me get you in the dark
Boy i ain't gon' say too much
I'm 'bout the action
Lost my brother so I'm
Never with the lackin'
Shit get bloody, real bloody, no napkin
We was getting scummy for the money
Makin' it happen
Grrah, I unload the clip, uh
I ain't going to throw no fist at
All, you can suck a dick, uh
Bullets pin you to the wall
You a poster, kid, uh
Should've stayed your ass in school
Like you 'posed to, kid
Twelve gauge shotty, I been
On my trucker shit, uh
SK, no karate, let that motherfucker kick
Back in the day, I ain't trap on
Text, hit me on my Kik, uh
Feds ain't catchin' shit, uh
Treat this gun like this brick
I'm gon' get that bitch off

I'm with my nigga from the Nolia and
He down to let it spark
I forgot to mention that my bitch got a AR
Got a couple lil' tools
Put you in the graveyard
Short barrel AR, but it got a big bark
These ain't no 22 bullets, they
Leave more than a scar, boy
Hit you up like Lavagirl and
Leave you swimmin' like Sharkboy
From the Nolia to Chicago, we'll be
Down to let it spark, boy
Rifle bullets so sharp, thought I
Hit you with a dart, boy

From the Nolia to Chicago
Got 'em killers on deck
Act up if you want, stick gorillas on you
Banana clips for the monkeys that
Been comin' at us
And they ain't runnin' up on us
They probably runnin' from us
Tattoos on my body, I need tears by my eyes
In my dirt, I admit it
But I'm still here alive
Tryna thrive, tryna vibe to survive
Get the bands look at my closet
You gon' think I came from Afghanistan
I don't talk shit, I let the stick talk shit
Shots hit him in his chest
Got him crip walkin'
I'ma limp like a pimp
That's the stick walkin' when I close
When I aim like Slick Rick popped him
Shout out Herbo, that's my
Slime, shout out Bibby, he gon' ride
Shout out Maneski
He gon' pull up with them
Guns and make 'em fly
Shoutout D from the Nolia
Catch 'em and shoot 'em by my side
Heatseekers in his Glizzy
You can't run and you can't hide

I'm with my nigga from the Nolia and
He down to let it spark
I forgot to mention that my bitch got a AR
Got a couple lil' tools
Put you in the graveyard
Short barrel AR, but it got a big bark
These ain't no 22 bullets, they
Leave more than a scar, boy
Hit you up like Lavagirl and
Leave you swimmin' like Sharkboy
From the Nolia to Chicago, we'll be
Down to let it spark, boy
Rifle bullets so sharp, thought I
Hit you with a dart, boy

I don't talk shit, I let the stick talk shit
Shots to his chest, got him crip walkin'
I been gettin' high off the Skywalk shit
Then I mix it up with the Moonrock shit
Stick talk, let the stick talk shit
Shots to his chest, got him crip walkin'
I been gettin' high off the Skywalk shit
Then I mix it up with the Moonrock shit
Bitch, NLMB, shout out NLMB, man
Shout out my nigga D, man
Shout out Maneski, shout out Herbo
Shout out Kyro
Shout out Bibby, shout out G-Money, nigga
NLMB the gang, nigga
Never Leave My Brothers, nigga
No Limit Muskegon Boys, nigga
Fuck-nigga, bitch and I'm mad, nigga