Stick up Kids (feat. Bandgang Lonnie Bands)

You stick up kids, sticking up grown men Damn I'm a rapper man, like don't make me take your gold again Before we was rapping we was knocking niggas down like bowling pins Huh, aint no holding hands with no prostitutes Ain't no pick and choose, we knock down his partner too If we talking bricks of Feen, I'll cop one by the two If we talking bricks of that sand, yeah I'll cop a few Every other week, I gotta slow it down I think the people watching me 100 ice pounds, we on a shopping spree I hit her, ice her down , and hang her from a tree Call me Memphis Bleek, I'm in Tennessee with Op's Rp's, if we talking bout that little bitch Roxie I get 50's, for a pill tho But really, I get 60 Gotta pay my fiend that get em gone Uptown Detroit nigga, make a hundred band play On Middle Road Real dealer, what the f*ck I look like turning a scale on Cut off my day one nigga, he talk to much on that cell phone Call 448 looking for an elbow Lazy ass nigga want to play, get off your tailbone Two cars, deep out of State, we gettin' our tail on Before we leave, need new brakes, make sure the tail light aint broke Play it safe, you don't want to be calling home from a jail phone These niggas talking tough, but they ain't hardbody Flamed up thru the enemies, I know God got me Hit Lonnie, told Fraud we finna catch a body Me and Big Body sliding in a big body Sl 60 gerber baby in that new Mazi West side rules, I know the dudes got me Me and Baby Jon moving, ducking the paparazzi Two million dollar views of the Bay Bridge April 2nd I be to the neck, but its gang shit Bape rag tied around my neck, while my chain drip I told her to book my room out by the Bel Air so it make sense Ferrari speeding thru the tenderloin look like a spaceship Mortgage what I do, I don't pay rent Down payment came from what she do on the day shift (La Musica de Harry Fraud)