STICKS N STONES

[Verse 1: CXRPSE]
Yeah, yo favorite rapper couldn’t hit this
My team we pulled up on a mission
Ride with my niggas I'm so proud of them
Cuz they fuckin all these rappers’ bitches
Yeah, I don’t listen to that shit you niggas be makin
I’m bumping the meta while I’m doing dishes
When I was broke I was still mad shit from the story
I won’t even think about dying
Don’t mind tip toeing in Rick Owens
While copping a chip
And still all of the ops came up missing
I don’t be killing nobody but beats that I get in my email I never be missin’
Gimme this bitch the trippiest, ay
Spit on my body, oblivion, ay
You niggas not my affiliates, ay
Been over yеars of experiencе, ay
I got a hype beast
Bitch, do not try me
Trip to The Bay
Now we gettin’ hyphy
You tryna fight me
Very unlikely
Every rapper looking so fucking tiny
From the front that’s all up on my psyche
Flow hurtin’, poison niggas like Ivy
Do the right thing, feeling like Spike Lee
After tour I’m tryna go to Hawaii

[Verse 2: EDDISON]
Im with your hoe
And she giving me head, ok
I get the money my bread, ok
Jaguar, I push on the pedal, ok
If I fuck on your bitch
Put my dick in her face
I get the money whenever I want it
Ion need it
Your bitch finna suck on my semen
And beat it
That bitch don’t know
I don’t show up on pictures
That bitch don't even know
I’m a mo’fuckin’ demon
Every day I wake up
Sip on the Trisha
I waking your bitch up
She finna go eat it
I bought the Molly
And I turn about it
My nigga 100
He staying solid
If I see it
Then I want it
I cop it if not
Then I probably already bought it
That bitch is squatting
All over my dick
If i say that she ain’t
Then i’m being dishonest
I hit the bank
Cuz I need sum more, lil bitch
I be on top of a boat, lil bitch
I be on top of the flow
And I tell that bitch
Go, go, go, lil bitch
Niggas shot down
And we slimin’ em out
And I’m fucking this bitch
I put dick in her mouth
Smoking on dope
And I’m sipping on drank
Bitch, This the shit that
I can’t live without

[Verse 3: BRUHMANEGOD]
I get the money
These bitches get nothing
She swallow me whole
Now I live in her stomach
It fits in her gullet
Then it’s in the budget
If we gon run it
I did it
It’s done
You can’t really do none
If I win it I won it
I’m on the weight of the studio
Thinking about all of the shit ima get
When I want it
I hope your house get hit with a comet
I hope when you finally eat something you vomit
I hope that you never find the motivation to make it
And kill yourself over a comment
Bitch, I can’t wait until you realizing
You ain’t really poppin’
Til you in this pocket
I can’t wait until it isn’t common
To be pissing off when you given the option
Uh, yeah I had to say what I said
Uh, I cannot have a regret
Uh, Ima go hit the reset
Uh, I had to work for the shit that I’m doin
Yeah I don’t just get to be next
This the shit that be gettin’ me fed
Yo MK
Bring the beat back

[Verse 4: MKULTRA]
Ahhhhh
It’s a new wave
I’m doing everything wrong
And it pays
I’m going crazy
I’m playing the game
Andre walking right into your lane
I am a vampire
You’re getting drained
I am a star
Nicolas Cage
I bought a charge
You using the maim
You taking away
But don’t risk the brigade
Bitches fake
You should know
Especially friends
Changing clothes
In the end
Stepping stone
In the end
You steppin’ alone
We independent
We don’t fuck around with you hoes
We don’t fuck around with a bitch
That do not think like us, we don’t
In that way we are the same
Human being
Not our fault
Huh, Across the globe
Ahuh, We don’t know
Huh huh

[Verse 5: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Sippin’ on red
It got me in a trance
We done ran up a bag
We don’t need an advance
She could tell that I’m rich by a glance
Louis V shoes
With the Rick Owen pants
Spider Gang rich, niggas
We took a chance
My bitch got money
She don’t gotta dance
Fuck them kids, nigga
You know my stance
Pull out when I nut
‘Cause I can’t take a chance
Got a Louis V bracelet
On both of my hands
If you front on the gang
Then you can’t be my man
Niggas not what they seem like
Bitch, You fucking a man
Bitch I’m so high
That I can’t even stand
A lotta of these niggas
Be stealing our sauce
And I think that’s it’s funny
These niggas they think we don’t notice it
Nowadays niggas done made so much money
That when I go shopping
Don’t ask what the total is
Half of these niggas can’t rap
And they music so wack
I don’t know why the fuck you promoting it
You know that I stay on my stick
In the back of the whip
You get shot
If you keep on approaching it
I just be waiting on niggas
To say that they fuck with me
So I can see if it’s real
Ran up a check
I did that with no deal
I ain’t copping no drink
If it don’t got a seal
Rick Owen boots
They’re real
So numb from the drugs
I can’t feel how I feel
Sippin’ on drank
In my automobile
2nd amendment
I keep it concealed
Hunnid K shoes
And the weed
That’s not shit
Halt yo place in yo planets
Cuz you is a bitch
Nigga we gon smoke on this weed
And then she suckin’ dick
Money coming in fast
‘Cause I need that shit quick
Nigga look at my bitch
You could see that she thick
Nigga look at my wrist
You could see how it hit
Whole blunt stuffed with gelato
I cannot pass shit
I was fucking that bitch
And she made me nut quick
When i look at your fit
That shit make me feel pain
Nigga you isn’t Bladee
You isn’t Drain
I don’t gotta think
‘Cause your bitch give me brain
Me and you niggas
We is not the same
Spider Gang in the Hall of Fame
We doing a show
And they screaming our name
Sipping on lean
I mix that with champagne
We isn’t rapping for money or fame