Stick Talk

[Intro: Jay Montana]
(EVRGRN with the heat, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah

[Chorus: Jay Montana]
Me and them don't mix, yeah, 'cause other niggas petty (Yeah)
We don't stop at lights, yeah, this shit gettin' real heavy
Don't be shy, could introduce you to some real if you let me
It's a whole lot of hate, only the steel gon' protect me
This that stick talk, that stick talk
Hit him with the switch off
Talk big shit, I'm pissed off
Familiar with lettin' blicks off
I get too high, I might lift off, yeah, I meant doze
I might jugg up out a penthouse in designer clothеs

[Verse 1: Jay Montana]
Hit the stage and I be pipеd up
Get your flash and turn the light up
Can't be saved, yeah, you played
Might get slayed, that's if I like her
I take all this love serious, ninety-nine percent be fake
Over here, we eatin', we ain't greedy, come and get a plate
Any given reason, Drac' know graffiti, it'll paint your face
Get 'em gone anywhere, any way, any day
They don't want no smoke, they just want clout, them niggas in the way
Turn her up, she bougie, now she mad when she don't get away
Say that he want smoke, I do my best to smoke his lungs out
We been hittin' these bitches by the pair, we need plums now
More fruit, banana clips to show you
How that balloon blow you
I'm a trap-lete, I can coach you

[Chorus: Jay Montana]
Me and them don't mix, yeah, 'cause other niggas petty
We don't stop at lights, yeah, this shit gettin' real heavy
Don't be shy, could introduce you to some real if you let me
It's a whole lot of hate, only the steel gon' protect me
This that stick talk, that stick talk
Hit him with the switch off
Talk big shit, I'm pissed off
Familiar with lettin' blicks off
I get too high, I might lift off, yeah, I meant doze
I might jugg up out a penthouse in designer clothes

[Verse 2: Monie Luwopp]
Demon seed, you probably catch me rockin' Palm Angels
Demon seed, you probably catch me flirtin' with the angels
They like, "Luwopp, he an artist, use his blicky just to paint you," yeah
I'm talkin' 'bout paintin' pictures, tryna put one on a shirt
I got this shit up out the mud, tryna put one in the dirt
Baby, I'm the wizard, but it's cool, you call me G.O.A.T.
I be countin' dead people, thinkin' 'bout my dead homies
I be countin' dead people knowin' that the feds on me
So I had to change my route and I had to change my thoughts
I know my opps, they'd be rich if they got paid for clout
Luwopp, he a loose screw, where your manners at?
Got more hammers than a toolbox, can't let 'em stab me, yeah

[Chorus: Jay Montana]
Me and them don't mix, yeah, 'cause other niggas petty
We don't stop at lights, yeah, this shit gettin' real heavy
Don't be shy, could introduce you to some real if you let me
It's a whole lot of hate, only the steel gon' protect me
This that stick talk, that stick talk
Hit him with the switch off
Talk big shit, I'm pissed off
Familiar with lettin' blicks off
I get too high, I might lift off, yeah, I meant doze
I might jugg up out a penthouse in designer clothes