BoofPaxkMooky, Texako, 1600J, Vonte, XANMAN$HAWTY - Stick Gang! lyrics

[BoofPaxkMooky, Texako, 1600J, Vonte, XANMAN$HAWTY - Stick Gang! lyrics]


Yeah, walk around with a stick
Walk around with a (Fuck you nigga)
Yeah, walk around with a stick (Yeah)
Walk around with with ya
Yeah, ride around with with ya bitch (Yeah)
Know I got a nigga pissed (Yeah)
Know I got a nigga sick (Yeah)
Lil' nigga you a bitch (Yeah)
You ain't gon' do shit (Yeah)
Shooters always on my dick (Yeah)
Hit a bitch, then I dip (Yeah)
I hit once and then I quit (Yeah)
Get my nut, nigga, on to the next (Yeah)
Lil' shawty so pressed (Yeah)
I only fucked up by the ten (Yeah)
Go ball out, I could play for the Nets (Yeah)
Go ball out, put a ten on the net (Yeah)
These bitches want sex (Yeah)

I just want them checks (Them checks)
I just want them (I just want them)
I just want them

Yo gang
Hop out the spot in the back of the buildin'
My ex bitch hit my phone
Man I hung up the phone
Doin' all that trippin'
Seen the pack went missin'
I got a lotta' drop in the kitchen
I got a couple hoes in my kitchen
24's in that van like a hit
New phone, when it ring I be trippin'
I be on 50, this shit expensive
What you want? Hell yeah
And my jeans, and my glasses, cost amount
What you want? What you mean?
He talk bad, then throw him out
Tell bro come out, gotta hold him down
Dope man out, made the hoes pop out
Nigga can't stand me, sit down
I feel like my town
You ain't even been down
You should put me in for the count
Yeah, I sip red lean like the count
If it ain't pesos I don't count it
If he keep fuckin' around he outta here
Keep on playin' with this bitch
I'm outta here
30-round, get that lil' bitch up outta here
Big gun, it's mother fuckin' lot in here

Walk around with a stick, aye
Walk around with a stick
Did a couple rounds with yo bitch
I bust a nut nigga, then I quit
I need my bucks nigga, need it quick
Shawty a slut, she be doin' dick
Run up a bag, spend it all on Ricks
40 on me, and it came with kick

40 on me and it came with kick
Shawty wanna chill, I'ma fuck, I'ma dip
I'm in the bed wrapped up like a zip
I don't gotta talk, she know who I is
I'm tryna fuck, you gon' go to the crib
I'ma young nigga, I came from the brick
I got a Glock I don't care about no hands
Nigga wanna fight but I know he a fan
I got Kel Tec, blow like a fan
High like a bitch 'cause I'm
Off of the a xan
I know she give good neck like Pam
But I'ma kick her ass out like pam
She textin' my phone, she part of the spam
You 21, you ain't touch two bands

Yeah, smile for the cam
Don't play the games, we ridin' around
We pull out them sticks
We could go right now
We sellin' the drank off a script right now
Might just go pour me a 4 right now
Look at my bitch, wow your ho be in my DM
She want me to take her out
Ain't cuff no ho, cut that out
Take her back home, all in her mouth
I can't believe it, wanna know why?
I got hoes that no lie
They know I'ma fly guy
They don't wanna test the squad
On my soul, don't want no war
Wanna beef, then we need more
Talk that shit, we up five more
We takin' over, this by force
Did this shit like number four
(Like number four)

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