• 標題:Stick (Explicit)
  • 歌手:Dreamville;JID;J. Cole;Kenny Mason
  • 專輯:D-Day: A Gangsta Grillz Mixtape (Explicit)
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    Stick (Explicit) - Dreamville/JID/J. Cole/Kenny Mason/Sheck Wes
    Lyrics by:Destin Route/John Welch
    Composed by:Destin Route/John Welch
    JID/DJ Drama/Kenny Mason:
    I got the time ayy
    It's up and it's stuck and it's stuck where it's up fah

    Hahaha
    F**k 'bout you pray for them folks bro pray for them folks
    Oh I know you n***as ain't see this comin'
    On me bro f**k 'bout this s**t bro
    I mean normally around this time I'd ask if you was ready
    Turn me the f**k up bruh
    But I know
    There's no way you n***as was ready for what's about to happen
    AraabMUZIK
    Kenny Mason/Sheck Wes/JID:
    Stick stick stick
    B***h
    Stick
    Boom Gangsta
    Stick stick
    I got a new stick
    B***h boom
    Boom
    Yeah
    I got a brand new stick b***h
    I got a brand new stick
    If I see that n***a I'ma wet his ho a*s up
    Kenny Mason/JID:
    Roll down the window
    Brrt
    Roll up the window
    Ooh
    Yeah brrt
    Uh okay
    JID/Kenny Mason:
    Hand on my d**k and my hand on my gun
    One is for shootin' and one is for fun
    N***as trippin' off of 151
    Black & Milds burnin' under the sun
    Black and brown kids young or they dumb
    Sack a town where your mom and them from
    Gather 'round run in all of your s**t
    But what did you get
    New stick
    Kenny Mason:
    I say it's up
    That mean it's stuck
    Run out of bullets
    You run out of luck
    One in the cribbo
    And one in the truck
    One in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck
    Step a foot up on the yard and get struck
    Everyone I grew around was a thug
    Thought he was a shooter thought he was tough
    Found his body coolin' out in the cut
    S**t Fulton County fifty cal' in the tuck
    F**k around and shoot the cavalry up
    Bullets sneezing we got allergies we got alibis
    We got calibers categorized
    FN b***h capitalized better recognize
    I got sick and tired of lettin' b***hes slide
    So I'm in the whip I got the stick inside
    If I sniff a scent smell a lie
    Smell a b***h crack a smile let it rip let it ride
    First time second line second time bloodline
    Third time even **** dyin' takin' one of mine
    I'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine
    Creepin' on the cracker tryna colonize
    Leave God out of this JID
    I got a brand new stick ooh
    Sheck Wes/Kenny Mason:
    Yeah b***h pull up proper
    Dance on the p***y I salsa
    Cha-cha
    I am not from Earth
    Hell nah
    Sheck Wes pulled up in a saucer
    Ooh b***h
    I heard you fell in love with that b***h
    Sheck Wes fell in love with the chopper
    Ow
    Sheck Wes I'm a motherf**kin' monster
    I came out the water like a Loch Ness
    My n***as on the block with no options
    No
    They smokin' n***as like Hot Grabba
    Grabba Grabba
    I bought a new stick
    Came with a new b***h
    Bought the ho new kicks
    Walkin'
    Off the music b***h I got rich left you n***as clueless
    Ching-ching
    Got a couple cribs got a couple whips I don't wanna do s**t
    Nah I don't wanna do s**t
    Now hold up hold up hold up Sheck don't get stagnant
    Hood girls and models all in these pageants
    You don't know my neck b***h I been havin'
    I ain't internet these n***as been laggin'
    Yeah yeah yeah and I still keep a ratchet
    Spit fire like an RAF pilot
    Steal a n***a b***h I feel like Aladdin
    Me and my white friends gon' get blasted off the
    DJ Drama:
    Alright so check it out
    You n***as over here talkin' 'bout festivals
    I'm thinkin' more like invasions
    You gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time
    Gangsta Grizzillz
    Like n***as don't run this
    J. Cole:
    Uh
    Oh s**t
    Pray for me God's got a play for me
    Me and them are not standing adjacently
    No way
    Thirsty for the clout talkin' too brazenly
    Bullet hit his mouth at least he died tastefully
    Good Lord has never forsaken me
    In God I trust so I get money faithfully
    Not just occasionally
    Got to make cake every day like I work for a bakery
    I know you p***y the secret's not safe with me
    You crazy you think you gon' take from me
    Not for extortin' treat problems like Orkin
    I call up some n***as I know that's gon' spray for me
    Woo woo woo brrt
    Speakin' in code case they tapin' me
    Let off the whole f**kin' clip leave a vacancy
    Bah bah bah bah
    I'm 'bout that two with the six so I'm basically
    Reppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency
    They get to clutchin'
    You best get to duckin' like 6'7" n***as that's dunkin' for Oregon
    Money so long if I start in the south
    And then spread this s**t out
    It'd be touchin' like Portland
    So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution
    I know that God got his grace with me
    But I'll still treat a ride through the hood
    Like a hike through the woods
    Got a stick that I take with me
    Kenny Mason/DJ Drama/JID:
    Stick stick stick stick
    DJ Drama
    Welcome to D-Day suckers
    Kenny Mason/DJ Drama:
    Dreamville
    Stick up the shell pick up the shell
    Gangsta Grizzillz new
    Lit up the air n***as in here
    New
    Lit up the sh n***as in here