2 Sticks on Me lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, Southside on the track, yeah!)
Grrah, grrah!
YV Savage in this b*tch, you know what the f*ck goin’ on
Bow! Bow!
Boom!

[Chorus]
Yeah, n*ggas don’t give a f*ck who you is (Nah)
They still gon' smoke yo ass—leave yo body where it is (Boom! Boom!)
b*tch blowin' up my line, told that ho to dip (Skrrt!)
Ice round my neck, big Glock on my hip (Bling! Bow!)
Two sticks on me—b*tch, I’m fully equipped (Grrah!)
We spinning and spinning, that whip finna flip (Skrrt! Grrah!)
Caught that boy lackin', he cried like a b*tch (pus*y!)
Slid on his block, left his brains in the ditch (Boom! Boom! Boom!)

[Verse 1]
f*ck all that talkin’, we slide when it's dark (Skrrt!)
Draco got titties, I air out the park (Grrah!)
n*gga got hit and got left in the yard (Boom!)
Now his momma cryin', that sh*t leave a scar (Ha-ha!)
You tryna tweet, I’m tryna creep (What?)
I catch a opp, he goin’ to sleep (Sleep!)
Ain’t no peace, it’s war in these streets (Bow!)
We shoot up his hood, then double back deep (Boom! Boom!)
Pop me a Xanny, I'm off of that sh*t (Zooted!)
Got demons inside, I been losin’ my grip (Facts!)
Don’t trust no b*tch, they lie and they flip (Hell nah)
I f*ck then I dip, I’m back with my stick (Skrrt!)
[Chorus]
Yeah, n*ggas don’t give a f*ck who you is (Nah)
They still gon' smoke yo ass—leave yo body where it is (Boom! Boom!)
b*tch blowin' up my line, told that ho to dip (Skrrt!)
Ice round my neck, big Glock on my hip (Bling! Bow!)
Two sticks on me—b*tch, I’m fully equipped (Grrah!)
We spinning and spinning, that whip finna flip (Skrrt! Grrah!)
Caught that boy lackin', he cried like a b*tch (pus*y!)
Slid on his block, left his brains in the ditch (Boom! Boom! Boom!)

[Verse 2]
Run up a bag, then I go ghost (Gone!)
Still in the trap with a stick in my coat (Facts!)
n*ggas be talkin’ but really be broke (Lame!)
We light up his block like Fourth of July smoke (Grrah!)
These b*tches be messy, they act like they tough (Tough?)
Call up the gang, we gon’ call out that bluff (Boom!)
He said he outside, we pull up in trucks (Slide!)
AR in the back, and that switch finna bust (Grrah-grrah!)
This ain’t no game, this real-ass pain
I seen too much to be playin’ with lames
R.I.P. bro, I’m still sayin’ your name
But these n*ggas gon’ die if they speak on your chain (Bow!)

[Chorus – Final]
Yeah, n*ggas don’t give a f*ck who you is (Nah)
They still gon' smoke yo ass—leave yo body where it is (Boom! Boom!)
b*tch blowin' up my line, told that ho to dip (Skrrt!)
Ice round my neck, big Glock on my hip (Bling! Bow!)
Two sticks on me—b*tch, I’m fully equipped (Grrah!)
We spinning and spinning, that whip finna flip (Skrrt! Grrah!)
Caught that boy lackin', he cried like a b*tch (pus*y!)
Slid on his block, left his brains in the ditch (Boom! Boom! Boom!)
[Outro]
Grrah!
YV Savage, b*tch
Free all the real ones
f*ck the opps, f*ck 12
808 Mafia
We gone... Bow!