Stiff lyrics

[Chorus]
Give a f*ck 'bout no b*tch
n*gga, I'm trying to get rich
Give a f*ck 'bout no b*tch
n*gga, I'm trying to get rich
I'm in the trap and I'm stiff
I'm in the trap and I'm stiff
b*tch n*gga think this a lick
n*gga, I rob with the stick

[Verse 1]
Hoodrich, n*gga, I've been on the bullsh*t
Driving the foreign, I rob with the stick shift
Trapping the brick, we got sticks
Popped me a Perc and a Xan, I'm lit
Ooh, young n*gga ignorant
Popped the Act for adrenaline
Shooting the sticks at my enemies
Designer dripping, I'm in Christian
Designer drugs, Hitech, and Actavis, lean sipping
f*ck that little b*tch and I jump in the Benz
I got tissue paper, young n*gga sh*t
I got bricks, sell you right in the kitchen
I sell the dope with the Glock with extensions
f*ck you thought? b*tch, I fill up my bottle
Think this a lick you gon' get your ass popped
I f*cked that b*tch, I just got me some top
Riding with the stick with a hundred shots
I've made that Glock pop
Make your ass lean, rock
Still got that dope in my sock
Stiff, I don't f*ck with no cops
Run up, you get your ass shot
I got the keys on lock
I get the pounds from the crop
Trap God like Guwop, b*tch
[Chorus]
Give a f*ck 'bout no b*tch
n*gga, I'm trying to get rich
Give a f*ck 'bout no b*tch
n*gga, I'm trying to get rich
I'm in the trap and I'm stiff
I'm in the trap and I'm stiff
b*tch n*gga think this a lick
n*gga, I rob with the stick

[Verse 2]
Stiff on m prices, I ain't stuck on no b*tch
Ain't stunting on hoes, I got money to get
Wrap up a dummy, get your ass tricked
Jump in the Honda and pick up the bricks
First, I had to go get money
Then I had to get some more
Crossing minds, serving O's, playing tic-tac-toe
I got that blow, just follow your nose
Riding foreign, drop the top when it's cold
I ain't gotta trap, it's already sold
On the phone, I be talking in code
I'm too real, n*gga, I can't get exposed
Neck like the North Pole
Big ring like I won the Super Bowl
Cook on four burners, I need another stove
Gas like the Texaco
I'm getting money, said I changed on them
I'm still in the hood with my chains on me
Stayed down, I ain't had no big homie
Candler Road, started off in the 6 Zone
Trap out the flip phone
In the projects when the street lights on
Selling off-white with the brown, two-tone
I'm trapping, tell my b*tch I ain't never coming home
[Chorus]
Give a f*ck 'bout no b*tch
n*gga, I'm trying to get rich
Give a f*ck 'bout no b*tch
n*gga, I'm trying to get rich
I'm in the trap and I'm stiff
I'm in the trap and I'm stiff
b*tch n*gga think this a lick
n*gga, I rob with the stick