Stick Up Boyz lyrics

by

Max B


[Produced by Dame Grease]

[Intro: Claude Antonio]
Huh
Foreal
Hahaha
Yeah n*gga
North Bergen, where the f*ck y'all n*ggas at?
Ayo Harlem, where y'all n*ggas at?
Huh

[Verse 1: Claude Antonio]
Cleaning up the mess, that's what a n*gga do
Shortie got big breasts and a fat ass too
I be hot in the streets n*gga
I'ma make you sweat cause I'm bringing the heat n*gga
I be on my sh*t, like a fly n*gga
Look at my gear, I'm so fly n*gga
Everybody know I'm getting paid
Man I just stole your b*tch, and now I'm getting laid
I don't need no handouts, I got my own sh*t
You know I stand out, I got ownership
Everybody know I own this sh*t
Stop asking me for help, cause I don't owe you sh*t
I be in the county, they call it Hudson
They know about me, they know I'm runnin'
And I'm balling like I'm Steph Curry
From West Harlem, all the way to North Jersey
[Hook: Max B]
If you hit me I'm a hit ya back
We got 'em on the Rose, Oww
If you stick me I'm a stick you back
I got 'em f*ckin' with hoes, Oww
Make ya get 'em girl, gunnin', we down, we done stick 'em
Big Mac come they sorry they ever di*k him
Cop a 7, we drivin' late in the sixes
Convicts, gun under the armpit
Ow Ow

[Verse 2: Max B]
Lightin' n*ggas up with the heater bro, my seat is low
They fold up like that Peter Rowe
Get 'em in the mood off the versatile, squirt it loud, baby let me beat it
Kuz I can make it worth ya while
I can do it easy, sleazy, n*ggas speak and revokin' my bail
They be scared to smoke it in jail, well
I was weekly, creeply, sticks, smoked 'em at a fast pace
Kuz mami this ya last take
Came in, only dropped the the glee way, had 'em play DJs
Heat spray, we spray the enemies, Frienemies? (Naw)
Big'll wiggle like the centipede, yeah
I be in and out, I can clear the tenants out
I can clear ya minutes out with one conversation, waitin'
Stakin' in the hallway, pacin'
n*ggas they be hatin', makin' sh*t that don't matter to the game
Cause most of you n*ggas is lames
Ow
[Hook: Max B]
If you hit me I'm a hit ya back
We got 'em on the Rose, Oww
If you stick me I'm a stick you back
I got 'em f*ckin' with hoes, Oww
Make ya get 'em girl, gunnin', we down, we done stick 'em
Big Mac come they sorry they ever di*k him
Cop a 7, we drivin' late in the sixes
Convicts, gun under the armpit
Ow Ow

[Verse 3: Claude Antonio]
Shortie got a snatch, that put me in a coma
She smell so nice a n*gga feeling the aroma
Pistols loaded aiming at a f*ck n*gga
When we come around, you better duck, n*gga
I'm 'bout to spark a n*gga like a lighter
I'ma make that n*gga cry until he retire
Smoke a n*gga like a cigarette
Finesse your b*tch, cause she ain't met a real n*gga yet
I'm just a young n*gga with a lot of heart
You a funny n*gga, like Kevin Hart
You be cracking jokes, like your life n*gga
You a f*cking joke, I f*cked your wife n*gga
I'm 'bout to splurge on a Gucci hat
I see that piece, what you gonna do with that?
Quit playing, cause you ain't gonna do sh*t
You just trying to flex, but you a little b*tch
[Hook: Max B]
If you hit me I'm a hit ya back
We got 'em on the Rose, Oww
If you stick me I'm a stick you back
I got 'em f*ckin' with hoes, Oww
Make ya get 'em girl, gunnin', we down, we done stick 'em
Big Mac come they sorry they ever di*k him
Cop a 7, we drivin' late in the sixes
Convicts, gun under the armpit
Ow Ow

[Produced by Dame Grease]
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