Stick Em Up lyrics

Ya know what this is
Onslaught

Black chucks n*gga
Black mask
All black hoodie and a black duffle bag
Young n*gga tryna make a little money
Mad all day ain't a damn thing funny
He gon' run up in the spot like: "Stick 'em up"
One man crew, he ain't splittin' sh*t up
Run up on a n*gga like get a whip up
Tryna push weight, gotta get his bricks up
I ain't gon' lie he was all about the money
Even the money be havin' n*ggas actin' funny
A n*gga dropped out of college but never been a dummy
Will rob a n*gga blind and have him runnin' to his mommy
He'd rather be chillin' somewhere and sittin' where it's sunny
Not having the money can turn the educated sc*mmy
E'rybody in the bank now they're lookin' like Dax
Said: "I don't give a f*ck, just put it in the bag!"
And then he got to searchin' for some other sh*t to grab
[?] so the pants had a sag
A child in the corner was hidin' behind a dad
Wanna see everybody "Ay yo don't make a n*gga mad"
He rounded up all the kiddies and pointed to the door
Said: "Give me a minute I'm finna let your children go
But all of the rest of you motherf*ckers hit the floor
And one false move and I'ma let the heater blow"
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