Sticks lyrics

[Intro]
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[Chorus: Jay Juice]
Huh
I got choppa with me
I put a bag on a n*gga's head
Young n*ggas out here ain't f*ckin' with me
Jay Juice, n*ggas know I'm litty (Yeah, yeah)
n*ggas always talking down, you broke n*gga (You broke)
Tell your ho, "Shh, calm down, baby gimme some throat," n*gga (Gimme that throat)
Where I'm from, it ain't no joke, n*gga
Your b*tch finna let me poke, n*gga
Big chops in the back of the sprinter lil' boy
I bet you fold, n*gga

[Verse 1: Jay Juice]
Ha, I bet you fold always sayin that for sure
Chain VVS gold
n*gga's really know
I get a bag for the low
Young and rockin hella shows
Ja-Jay Juice get in this pros for sure
If you on some word, boy let me know
Stackin' the money I'm watching it grow
Always sayin swear to God we a blow
I got straps, gats, stacks, guns all of them clap
Instagram n*ggas wack
I knock a n*gga flat (Down)
These hoes so gullible
Juice gon' squeeze like Capri out the Lunchable
Baby girl suckin' di*k so wonderful
I give her this di*k, don't try to get comfortable (Yeah)
I got big straps you already know
I-I get your whip towed for sure
n*ggas be fakin', you ain't my bro
Fo-Four b*tches lined up in a row
Jay Juice really fly as a crow
I get hoes, whip I get it towed
Young n*ggas out here breaking the code
To my threeses' this is the life I chose
From the North, but I keep a pole
[Verse 2: NLE Choppa]
Ayy, yeah
I keep a pole
I keep a stick
Porn star bullets, I'm shootin' the flick
As soon as I'm shootin' you know that I hit
And just like a pamper I'm with the sh*ts (Yeah, yeah)
As soon as I aim
I aim at your brain
Just like some drawers I'm leaving a stain
b*tch I'm a menace, they calling me kane?
When hit with the bullets they calling it rain
A choppa with drakes and carbons
Just like the military
As soon as I see him I spark him
Yeah I put him on obituary
Glock on my hip
I up and then shoot I'm comin like Stephen Curry
I pop a perc and then it leave a young n*gga vision blurry

[Chorus: Jay Juice]
Huh
I got choppa with me
I put a bag on a n*gga's head
Young n*ggas out here ain't f*ckin' with me
Jay Juice, n*ggas know I'm litty (Yeah, yeah)
n*ggas always talking down, you broke n*gga (You broke)
Tell your ho, "Shh, calm down, baby gimme some throat," n*gga (Gimme that throat)
Where I'm from, it ain't no joke, n*gga
Your b*tch finna let me poke, n*gga
Big chops in the back of the sprinter lil' boy
I bet you fold, n*gga