Stick Talk lyrics

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EKT 40


[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, huh
Big 14, know what the f*ck goin' on
1400/800, n*gga
Yeah, gang sh*t
b*tch, uh, you ain't tote no f*ckin' guns, n*gga
Stop cappin' (B-B-Bankroll got it), ayy
Yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
We shoot at your body until it go numb
We play with them choppas, we love all them drums (Drums)
You talk that stick talk but don't play with them guns
We caught your ass lackin', we shoot and you run (Bah)
We came off food stamps in the trenches with crumbs (Slime, slatt)
Split-split second, and, n*gga, you done (Done)
Face down, b*tch, with your di*k in the mud (Mud)
My b*tch feed my gun while I'm rolling a blunt, ayy (Hahaha)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Ayy (Ayy, ayy), uh (Ayy, pew-pew-pew-pew, ayy, bah, bah, bah)
You talk that stick talk but ain't totin' no guns (Guns)
You talk that stick talk but ain't totin' no guns (No guns)
You talk that stick talk but, b*tch, ain't totin' no guns (Guns)
Guns (Guns), they totin' guns (Guns)
You talk that stick talk but ain't totin' no guns (Ain't totin' no guns)
You talk that stick talk but ain't totin' no guns (n*ggas ain't totin' no guns)
[Verse 1: 800goony]
We totin' them guns, we totin' with sticks
We do it for fun (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, bah-bah-bah-bah)
My n*ggas go dumb, 800 Baby, I come from the slums
Smokin' that gas, a lot in my blunt (A lot in my blunt)
Sippin' on drank and it go to my lungs (Yeah, yeah)
[?] my teeth and it sound like the [?]
I can't f*ck with these n*ggas, I do not [?]
These n*ggas my sons
Smokin' that gas, yeah
My n*ggas they pull up with mags, yeah, yeah (Blatt, blatt)
Pull up in Jags, yeah, my n*ggas be poppin' them tags, yeah (Skrrt)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Ayy (Ayy, ayy), uh (Ayy, pew-pew-pew-pew, ayy, bah, bah, bah)
You talk that stick talk but ain't totin' no guns (Guns)
You talk that stick talk but ain't totin' no guns (No guns)
You talk that stick talk but, b*tch, ain't totin' no guns (Guns)
Guns (Guns), they totin' guns (Guns)
You talk that stick talk but ain't totin' no guns (Ain't totin' no guns, Juan)
You talk that stick talk but ain't totin' no guns (n*ggas ain't totin' no guns, huh)

[Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Extendo on the draco, I put on the drum (Extendo on the draco)
Talkin' that sh*t, we gon' cut out his tongue
I take a p*ss and I still got my gun
1400 Margielas, I'm steppin' on (1400)
[?] shut down, still strapped up in the red zone
Draco with the wood on, [?] two tone
Spin a n*gga spot all night, you can't go home
Talkin' 'bout them sticks, n*gga, you ain't even totin' one
[?] with the hit stick like Madden
Ridin' with me then you crashin' (Crashin')
He want the smoke, we got pump for the asthma
f*ck on the perc', go faster
I turn your lil' son to a bast*rd
Turn the smoke in, it's in ashes
Sniper my scope go through Cartier glasses
Choppa a freak, you get nasty
Stick with the drum like I'm [?]
[Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
We shoot at your body until it go numb
We play with them choppas, we love all them drums (Drums)
You talk that stick talk but don't play with them guns
We caught your ass lackin', we shoot and you run (Bah)
We came off food stamps in the trenches with crumbs (Slime, slatt)
Split-split second, and, n*gga, you done (Done)
Face down, b*tch, with your di*k in the mud (Mud)
My b*tch feed my gun while I'm rolling a blunt, ayy (Hahaha)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Ayy (Ayy, ayy), uh (Ayy, pew-pew-pew-pew, ayy, bah, bah, bah)
You talk that stick talk but ain't totin' no guns (Guns)
You talk that stick talk but ain't totin' no guns (No guns)
You talk that stick talk but, b*tch, ain't totin' no guns (Guns)
Guns (Guns), they totin' guns (Guns)
You talk that stick talk but ain't totin' no guns (Ain't totin' no guns)
You talk that stick talk but ain't totin' no guns (n*ggas ain't totin' no guns)
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