Sticks (RRS) lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, spin it back, Tay)
Uh, strapped with these AUGs
Uh, ARPs, two-two
Uh, uh, strapped with my— (Tay Global)
Fah, fah, fah (f*ck a n*gga, b*tch n*gga, don't play with me)

[Chorus]
Uh, I'm strapped with the ABCs (Bah, bah)
F&Ns, AUGs (Bah, bah)
ARPs, 223s (Bah, bah)
f*ck n*gga play, he gon' D-I-E (Brrt)

[Verse 1]
She can't even eat the di*k if she not my speed (Thot)
I'm geeked, I just dropped a RP (Geeked), we put him on a tee beside R.I.P. (Make his ass hot)
I jump out the V and go drop my ski
Uh, we cutthroat like KTB (Cut)
I'm stuffin' racks in these purple jeans (Racks)
Uh, I get him whacked, we the murder team (Come here)
Big dog, I work for me (I'm a big dog)
High off my top, I'm on Percs and lean (Trap)
My diamonds lit up like a Christmas three (Ice, icе)
I get in with that fire, ain't no searchin' mе (Pah, pah)
I'm rich, I still'll pull a burglary (Rich)
Man, how you ain't heard of me? (Uh)
Uh, I give a f*ck what you heard (f*ck what you heard)
We really swerve (Swerve), b*tch n*gga get on my nerves (Swear)
But I get his sh*t left on the curb (Boom, boom, boom, boom, get your b*tch ass down, n*gga)
Uh, I get him served, n*gga got found with his face on his lap 'cause his brother a nerd (His brother a b*tch)
n*gga know we put sh*t past the birds, got caught lackin', should've been more alert (n*gga gone)
I hop in that b*tch and I skrrt (Skrrt), SRT when I beat up the speed (Beat up the road)
Ain't pushin' P, but I'm pushin' the B (Blatt)
Expensive taste, I might duck the PT (I might duck the PT)
Drop an opp, I might drop an EP
Get the drop, hit they block for a week (Come on)
Never catch 4 coppin' a plea (On God)
Know like LeBron, I ain't leavin' my heat (Leavin' my fire)
Uh, n*gga, I ain't finna leave my heat (Uh-uh)
I won't slip, n*gga, I'm on B (On B)
Uh-huh, I ain't tryna beef on IG (Uh-uh)
n*gga, you want smoke, don't wan' link (Your b*tch ass outside)
And I ain't even really ain't gotta drop no chip 'cause I go creep (Go creep alone)
b*tch, the second that we get to hittin', I bet he get sweeped quick (Huh)
My lil' n*ggas tweak quick, big jit delete sh*t (Blatt, blatt, blatt)
I put a ton on my opp before I go spend my money on a freak b*tch (f*ck)
n*gga, I'll come tear up your block, just me and my chop before the rap beef sh*t (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, bome down, n*gga)
Bet I get a n*gga knocked off with these ABC sticks (f*ck)
[Chorus]
Uh, I'm strapped with the ABCs (Bah)
F&Ns, AUGs (Bah, bah)
ARPs, 223s (Bah, uh)
f*ck n*gga play, he gon' D-I-E (Get your b*tch ass down, n*gga)

[Verse 2]
These diamonds hit just like Ali (Hit)
I'm poppin', ho, how you ain't notice me? (Poppin', ho)
Funny b*tch, can't even get close to me (b*tch can't even get close)
I bagged a b*tch n*gga like grocery (b*tch ass down, n*gga)

[Outro]
ABCs, F&NS, ARPs
AUGs, 223s
f*ck n*gga play, he gon' D-I-E
Poppin', ho, how you ain't notice me?
Funny b*tch, cut her, never get close to me
Poppin', b*tch, how you ain't notice me?
Uh, uh, uh, b*tch, I'ma get—
Rae Rae's son a G