Wifisfuneral - Stick lyrics

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha yuh, aye
Uh, uh, ah stack it up
Aye, aye, aye, here we go
Yuh, aye, aye, aye, yuh

I remember I was young and reckless
Since a adolescence
Codeine my pref' as a beverage
I was in the two-seater with the legs split
Why they tryna hold me
Down like I'm hell-bent?
Had to sacrifice a lot just to settle in
I ain't really talkin' to ya
My life is a object
Feelin' like a alien that came
Up out of project
Playin' with my soul like a puppet
Do they gotta test?
Now I'm off the Tec, I'm a mess
I don't gotta stress
Got a little treesh on my neck
But I gotta flex
Way that she suck and she swallow
She might just go viral
And I feel like I'm Tyson
They play with my top
I'm defendin' my title, no 223 rifle
With these bands in my hands
I'ma stack it like Eiffel
She used to tell me how you like it, daddy
No Peter Pie though i was ghost ridin'
Swimming' through the pussy like Otto
And I'm too focused on the Perc-10
I apologize sadly, we see that he envy me
'cause we see the despise
Look me dead in my eyes, see a skeleton
Fried believe me how I'm next, ye
So I'm diggin' the opp
Got my lean out th counter
They said it's a drought
I got Europe hoes global that
Play with they mouth

Uh, yuh, bust out the rip, right on
The hip, ain't no shit's, aye, aye
I pour up Tec, I throw a
Fit, I fuck a bitch, yeah, aye
Smokin' on runts, now I'm on stick
Opps mad as shit, aye, aye
Smokin' on runts, now I'm on stick
Opps mad as shit
Uh, yuh, bust out the rip, right on
The hip, ain't no shit's, aye, aye
I pour up Tec, I throw a
Fit, I fuck a bitch, yeah, aye
Smokin' on runts, now I'm on stick
Opps mad as shit, aye, aye
Smokin' on runts, now I'm on
Stick, opps mad as shit, uh