Pocky Sticks

(Intro)
Yuh!  *coughing*
Just  go just go just go

(Verse 1)
I just had a vision now I'm super pissed
Bleached  the top and changed the way I’m viewing shit
Money  hungry feeling like I’m Budapest
Got a couple homies wit me, sayin' screw the rest

No  Kentucky, you a chicken why you starting shit?
Ain’t my buddy, don’t know what the fuck the problem is
Keep the Stussy want the Louie and the Prada bitch
In the pussy, I’m a fuckin’ gynecologist

Told  you we got hands, what the fuck it is?
You been plotting on me for a couple years
You ain’t get the chance, you ain’t with the shits!
Try to stop me I become your greatest fear

(Hook)
Talking out yo mouth, yea bitch, keep talking!
Pull up with the motherfuckin' sticks like Pockys!
Beat the brakes off his ass like Rocky!
Lose a tooth like that dude play hockey!

Popstar, imma pop off, get your bitch back!
Christ dog, you a cornball, get your wrist snatched!
Walking red flag but I guess you musta missed that
Top Don, that’s The Godfather and I’m big mad!

(Verse 2)
If I'm up to something baby do not hit me back, in my bag, that’s a pact, you just bagging we just brag
Take his broad, copy dog? Copy that, matter fact, I'm a prick who gotta mission, make a motherfucker mad

I could take a shit record it guarantee it be a hit
Trottin' down the trail of beers I’m wit some Cherokee’in chicks!
Bitch I went to therapy the therapist was scared of me, that fucker going crazy now I'm therapying him

(Break)
*nonsensical noises*
Gangy!

(Verse 2 Cont.)
Walkin' see you glance, yea bitch, keep walking!
Pull up with the five, hold the fire like Takis!
I’m a living god, even god can’t stop me!
100 on your wrist, but your wrist look shoddy!

Imma rage, just get it through your brain i do the damage pull up where you stay
I’m in the Aston double handed grippin; thighs and grippin; grain
I’m prolly out my mind define me like a psycho, well ok
The shoe ain’t fit at first but imma take the nervousness and pain

And fuck your mind with it, fuck about the price wit it
Grab the knife and slice and dice your life I’m Cloud Strife wit it
Had to step the effort up da eff I’m lookin nice wit it
What the moshpit for if you ain't finna start a fight in it?!

Hold on, homie hold up, like a kickstand
Rockstar, get my rocks off, witcha bitch damn
Livin red flag, but all you gonna see is pitch black
Hot shit, cause a lotta ruckus and some riff raff

(Hook)
Talking out yo mouth, yea bitch, keep talking!
Pull up with the motherfuckin' sticks like Pockys!
Beat the brakes off his ass like Rocky!
Lose a tooth like that dude play hockey!

Popstar, imma pop off, get your bitch back!
Christ dog, you a cornball, get your wrist snatched!
Walking red flag but I guess you musta missed that
Top Don, that’s The Godfather and I’m big mad!