Big Sticks lyrics

[Intro: Fredo Bang]
We don't miss sh*t, we just split sh*t
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nah-nah-nah-nah, ayy, ayy, ayy
Keep it Z3N

[Chorus: Fredo Bang]
Getting to that bag, we got big chips (We got big chips)
And for these pus*y n*ggas, we got big sticks (Big sticks)
Getting to that bag, we got big chips (We got big chips)
And for these pus*y n*ggas, we got big sticks, yeah
We don't miss sh*t, we just split sh*t
Only gang, pus*y n*ggas, we don't mix with
We don't miss sh*t, we just split sh*t
Only gang, pus*y n*ggas, we don't mix with

[Verse 1: Fredo Bang]
I believe in God, but I do not believe in Bibles
Don't f*ck with pus*y rappers 'cause these n*ggas just want follows
I just bought a chopper and I filled it up with hollows
Put it on your partner, make the n*gga sing a high note
I got that bag on me, but I could just smash for free
I put your dawg to sleep, now who want a war with me?
Yeah, I gotta pop a Perc' just to get to sleep
Big old 23, and this b*tch big as me
Yeah, I don't miss sh*t, I just split sh*t
Convicted felon, but I keep a big stick
I wipe my prints off of the gun so I can't get in trouble
The chopper split a n*gga up just like a pizza cutter
[Chorus: Fredo Bang & YNW Melly]
Getting to that bag, we got big chips (We got big chips)
And for these pus*y n*ggas, we got big sticks (Big sticks)
Getting to that bag, we got big chips (We got big chips)
And for these pus*y n*ggas, we got big sticks, yeah
We don't miss sh*t, we just split sh*t
Only gang, pus*y n*ggas, we don't mix with
We don't miss sh*t (Slatt), we just split sh*t (Yeah)
Only gang, pus*y n*ggas, we don't mix with

[Verse 2: YNW Melly]
Only gang, pus*y n*gga, we don't miss sleep
Fredo Bang, that my n*gga, he a misfit
Kool-Aid with this sh*t, you better not mix in
If you do, you're getting put inside a box, b*tch
di*k on the Glock and it's hanging out
Hanging out like an 18 year old just moved out his mama's house
pus*y ass n*gga, don't play with the crew, I'll shoot at your mama's spouse
AKA your dad, my b*tches are bad
She sucking my D, I told her relax
No I ain't missing, it ain't 'bout petition
We pull up on you and leave your ass missing
You f*ck n*ggas snitching to all the commissioners
Uh, no literally
I'm feeling her spiritually
She wanna f*ck on Melly, baby
My di*k longer than a Martin Luther King speech
[Chorus: Fredo Bang]
Getting to that bag, we got big chips (We got big chips)
And for these pus*y n*ggas, we got big sticks (Big sticks)
Getting to that bag, we got big chips (We got big chips)
And for these pus*y n*ggas, we got big sticks, yeah
We don't miss sh*t, we just split sh*t
Only gang, pus*y n*ggas, we don't mix with
We don't miss sh*t, we just split sh*t
Only gang, pus*y n*ggas, we don't mix with