Stick Talk

(Chorus)
Pull up, pull up on a sucka do that stick talk
I ain’t really into all this talkin’ unless it’s liq talk
It ain’t really none to get a pussy nigga checked off
Had to play the block late night to get my next opp
That's real talk
Ain’t no discussion when the bullets get to bussin
Imma aim for your muffin
Finna leave you with concussions
I was 16, I was runnin’ with them dreads now
18 and I’m runnin’ up a check

(Verse 1)
I came with them Sudo’s, them Mali’s, they in the fields
My niggas tryna go worry about it, they know the deal
Don’t pull up for the mission, if you ain’t ready to kill
My nigga got the glizzy and we shootin for real, thats that field talk
I don’t speak no english, let that steel talk
My young niggas the ones that get you killed off
Two bust out the shotty, cut the seal off
I be in the water big sharks cut the seals off
I be in the trenches with the niggas that be shootin’ shit
Your homie played insane and now he acting like a lunatic
Tryna build an empire but snitches always ruin shit
I just draw a circle and don’t let nobody new in it
Cause we ain’t change, stay the same as before
Ain’t hear the doorbell ring, we gon’ kick in your door
Put the stick to his head and tell em get on the floor
We got like 28 G’s, looking’ for 88 more

(Chorus)
Pull up, pull up on a sucka do that stick talk
I ain’t really into all this talkin’ unless it’s liq talk
It ain’t really none to get a pussy nigga checked off
Had to play the block late night to get my next opp
That's real talk
Ain’t no discussion when the bullets get to bussin
Imma aim for your muffin
Finna leave you with concussions
I was 16, I was runnin’ with them dreads now
18 and I’m runnin’ up a check

(Verse 2)
Bitch I’m 18 and I’m runnin up a check
My youngin’ 15 and he got 30 in the tec
We was miscine, now I got diamonds on my neck
How the trap house turn my wrist to flawless baguettes
I swear to god, we go hard, leave him at the boulevard
Cause we was scarred, never scared, leave a bullet in his heart
Perfect days that I don’t gotta keep a strap no more
He a snake, he ain’t movin’ like a rat no more
My demons dangerous with that thing, leave you stuck up
I put a bitch in Gucci and now she feeling like a hustler
She used to give me L’s, now she on her knees, I tell her look up
No trusting what you see cause even salt looks like sugar
I’m trusting’ with your B, you gotta see the bigger picture
R.I.P and free the dawgs until the day’s that were with ya
I keep that stick beside me, never know when they gon’ get ya
I told em niggas meet me at the bread and they ain’t catch up now

(Chorus)
Pull up, pull up on a sucka do that stick talk
I ain’t really into all this talkin’ unless it’s liq talk
It ain’t really none to get a pussy nigga checked off
Had to play the block late night to get my next opp
That's real talk
Ain’t no discussion when the bullets get to bussin
Imma aim for your muffin
Finna leave you with concussions
I was 16, I was runnin’ with them dreads now
18 and I’m runnin’ up a check