Mike G, Earl Sweatshirt - Stick Up lyrics

- We gotta go over there, and we gotta swag
It out this time not like fucking last time
Nigga you almost slapped that blind bitch
- My fault, my fault
- Now, Earl make sure your lips
Don't stick to your ski mask
Everybody knows you're the only nigga with
Big lips and a big-ass forehead
- You got big lips too
- Now you over there, stop, st look! Aight?
- What? - And remember, no names this time
- yeah, Justin
- Dude what the fuck man? Either way
It's a stick up

Hold up, it's a Westcoast stick up
Sly Tendencies is in with me
I'm tryna get my rich up
Talking 'bout raising Richie dog
I'm tryna get my Rich up
Good for you? Man I'll give
You life like an elixir
He sick, huh? Oh yes, it's a OF stick up
Mike tell this bitch to put the
Donuts in the bag quicker, right
Shit I strike niggas, bite
Bitches, wife hitter, christ
It's a crisis, niggas hands up
Like it's a heist, mike get 'em
Hold up, who'd you say the winner was?
I bet I'll finish quick and eat
You faster than your dinner cause
They ask why they fly and crash
I say you gotta land slow
I'm Cancer yo, but healthy though
Raps new Rambo

It's a stick up, it's a stick up
Put your hands in the air, it's a stick up

Repeat, it's a stick up, out for greens
To get my Grinch up listen bitch
Get your kid and get down or get clipped up
You hatin'? Just stop, we gon' blow
Just watch think not? Grind time
Take your fuckin' wristwatch
All their fuckin' vCards
Just to prove that we hard
Get it? We hard, he bombards three broads
Then dip out on another mish them
Niggas on that other shit
Word to mother bitch
We hot as Southern summers is
I'm smooth like Travolta
Say they want a face off?
I take off, I'm waitin' for the pay-off
How that go
I rap slow but factual, don't get mad
I'm rad fuckin' awesome
A pimp like Chad swag
High like kites, Cliché, where we stay
There's no such thing as replays
You live once
I just dump, like trash trucks, blast up
No blast off bust the chops, then a nut
Then adjust the cock, get your ass off

It's a stick up, it's a stick up
Put your hands in the air, it's a stick up

Stepped in the door wavin' the 44
And shot it at three whores
They wouldn't get on the floor
Now they petrified
I'm comin' for everythin' you got
Know you got a lot
Why you think I'm runnin' up in your spot
Said I don't play
Bet I shoot this white girl and get away
Like OJ
This the life I live I'm talkin' everyday
Said I'd bust again
Sly said that I shouldn't
I Said I should then a nigga
Looked at me like I wouldn't
So I let one off, shattered
Glass, went through his ass, he extra soft
And now I'm on a rampage
My partner grabbed the 12 gauge
And threw it to me, started
Blastin', let three off, let four off
Then I aimed at a nigga who
Wouldn't take off his jewelry
Like you brave 'til you lose consciousness
But you dumb for fuckin' with
Niggas with guns and shit
They tried to calm me down
But I'm ready to leave a nigga red
Taco stepped in the way and I
Shot him in his leg, fuck!