Stick Talk

I gotta make it, on the grind, bitch know the time is wasting (ay) Secure the pack, back to the trap, chop it up in the basement (uh) I'm in the cut, we smoking loud, planning an operation (yuh) I f*ck yo bitch, I took her chips, had that bitch ovulating (ok) I get aggressive on uptempo beats, I'm ten toes deep Like dead police, scorin like Melo's peak (uh huh) I never get no sleep, I know I stress OD, but all my friends gon eat Bitch put yo bets on me (ay) Stay in the trap or you get no cheese I be the best lowkey, require elbow grease, to get those fresh gold teeth And rocks up on my neck (ice) Bitch come test my peace, wild thoughts run in my head (yuh) Nah you can't check my steez, I'm different from the rest Dis game backwards like priests that don't rape kids (what) Acting up when I ball, like Joe Namath (ballin) Bitches on my dick like moths to a lantern (ooh) I take yo bitch, she double-cross like the Answer She gaggin on my dick like she speakin in Arabic (ugh) She want me solve her problems, bitch I ain't no therapist Embarrassing, probably blame it on your parenting Apparently, you treat your fucking life like an experiment (goddamn) She talk too much, so I dismiss her like good riddance, bitch My drugs is schedule 1-5, got hella sedatives Got benzo scripts, and heroin, whatever the kids messin with My son gone have a couple million from his damn inheritance (ay) Don't know how these rappers got here like the pyramids It make no fucking sense just like a dumb bitch on her period I'm hungry for this shit like a Nigerian, I'm really in, this bitch Swear I got too much life experience Only 19, but my thoughts be getting very grim A pussy talkin shit so I got no choice but to bury him (damn) He called the ambulance, paramedics had to carry him I tell all of my enemies to guard they life and cherish it Ooh, I might kill one of your relatives, pull up, make a settlement I didn't f*ck yo bitch cuz I was generous (pussy) Draped in Bathing Ape letterman, I'm countin hella Benjamins My new bitch pussy bald like Richard Jefferson (yuh) I'm moving more zippers than a coat factory So many texts, phone be always low battery If I fall, bitch don't catch me, I'm raw, got no plan B Always wondering when my time gon be up like old athletes I'm off, like 4 Xannies (xan), I ball like T-Mac be You big but bitch you aint shit you more like Shawn Bradley Big weight on my shoulders, carry shit like golf caddies I'm tryna make Moms happy Make sure her ride's fancy Catch you in a dark alley I told you to not scam me