Sticks up
Uh
All my bitches bad, I ain't ever missed
Drop that money, pick it off the floor, what you pocketin'?
I'ma chase paper because that cash, I can lay with it
You chasin' bitches more than a bag, you will never get it
Drop that burnin' hammer, this a finish, you ain't never kickin'
Check the body camera, in a copper's face, I'm probably spittin'
Niggas want Khalid Muhammad, I'm the closest to him rhymin'
Yeah, they still obsessed with us 'cause niggas stealin' shit is timeless
Little money, no motion, you know you gettin' cut
Bitches tryna keep me down, they never see me when I'm up
I'm dressed like Rhythm Nation, no patience for who you holdin' up
You people treatin' them like messiahs, they not holy to us
Drop that burnin' hammer, this a finish, you ain't never kickin'
Check the body camera, in a copper's face, I'm probably spittin'
Beam right in his face, he said a prayer
Niggas gossipin', choppers gon' clear the air
Quit window shoppin', boy, you need profit for coppin'
Yo' bitch a bopper and you not gonna make it with her beside
All my bitches bad, I ain't ever missed
Drop that money, pick it off the floor, what you pocketin'?
I'ma chase paper because that cash, I can lay with it
You chasin' bitches more than a bag, you will never get it
Drop that burnin' hammer, this a finish, you ain't never kickin'
Check the body camera, in a copper's face, I'm probably spittin'
Niggas want Khalid Muhammad, I'm the closest to him rhymin'
Yeah, they still obsessed with us 'cause niggas stealin' shit is timeless
These times we livin' in, keep the strap on us
The F&N I'm packin' gon' back me up, in myself I trust
There was a time I thought the love go hand-in-hand with lust
And every time I'm down, I got another bitch to cheer me up
It's obvious I'm not with the fakin', niggas ain't really cakin'
I commit to hating specific agents, I never chase it
Dressing like I'm taken, dual-wieldin' like Tomb Raider
Hopin' in the end, let's see who stays and who really ain't there
Drop that burnin' hammer, this a finish, you ain't never kickin'
Check the body camera, in a copper's face, I'm probably spittin'
Drop that burnin' hammer, this a finish, you ain't never kickin'
Check the body camera, in a copper's face, I'm probably spittin'
Niggas be missin' out on money 'cause they chasin' bitches (Damn)
Niggas be chasin' bitches out they league and spendin' chicken (Okay)
How can I say this? I'm the bravest in my circle, it's no rehearsal
It's black and on purpose, I know you can't relate
Everything that I feel, it's channeled through my skin, I know you hate
Everything that I say is from that point of view, there's no debate
Most these niggas, they wakin' up and they be doin' the same shit every day
Pour the soda in the pot and make it do the Macarena
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