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Stick Up
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Lil Bean
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Still breathin' so I can't complain Can't believe these n***as rockin' bubble letter chains We them n***as?up?the roads bringin'?major pain N***as dissin' on the gang,?we is not the same Uh, stick this b*t*h up It's a fifty in that t**ty, watch him lift up I know lil' bro gon' do his thing, ain't no mix-ups I just hit the road for seven days, all pick-ups Yeah, she say, "Baby, you the sh*t, but you ain't number two" The same n***as, they don't like me, they can't up a few Main reason n***as goin' broke 'cause they get comfortable Stay up out these pu**y n***as' face if they don't f**k with you Yeah, I heard n***as tellin' you they top ranger N***as still be plugged in, this is not cable Hood hero, so I feel protected by these block angels My young n***as slidin', they can't wait to see them rocks dangle My lil' shooter come in clutch, I call him Van Vleet Every day I'm buckled down, they can't stand me N***as gone, opponent off the streets, so f**k a Grammy Young n***a still come off some packs shamble Why would I chase a b*t*h when them b*t*hes come runnin'? Yeah, I smoke exotic, but you ain't gettin' none from me B*t*h, you childish, I want your mama or your auntie Baby say I'm scrawny, I ain't trippin', pockets chunky Catch me in the North, b*t*h, I be chillin' with my cutties Throw B's up on you b*st*rds, all that n***a want is cudy If the price is right, I send that sh*t out to Kentucky And I can tell by the way they tuckin' tail, these n***as puppies, on the gang Yeah, I'm Strictly Only Brothers, but I'm always to the neck for real I be cashin' out, you be plottin' on what's next to steal If it's one thing that a n***a kept, just know I kept it real Dove up in that water with no vest and I ain't catch a chill I don't even wanna tote this gun, it's somethin' I gotta do You don't stand for nothin', boy, you broke, so what you got to lose? Stand on everything I speak about, ain't sh*t I gotta prove I could write a book behind my words, but I ain't Dr. Seuss Still strappin' up, girl, I don't care if you on birth control Baby, I can't love you, take it any way but personal Heard you set your mans up for that chicken, was it worth it though? And when brodie tryna eat an opp for breakfast when he burned the toast I like b*t*hes bad, but ugly with the neck with snot comin' down Ain't got sh*t to do about them bands, then I can't come around Opps think they be choked off they b*t*h 'til they get hunted down Since you couldn't keep that sh*t a buck, here, catch this hundred round Live by the code and die about that code, but they ain't stickin' to it Never pay no homage in they raps, but we a big influence When your n***as fonkin' with your n***as, sh*t get real confusin' If I feel you ain't true in your music, then I'm skipping through it N***as claim they lookin' for me, sh*t, well, was I hard to find? B*t*h, all I got is d**k, but baby say she want this heart of mine Want a ring, I got her waitin' longer than Tha Carter V You slide down fast and furious over here, then we gon' park his ride, b*t*h
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