stikkplay lyrics

[Intro: 800pts]
Yah

[Chorus: 800pts]
(Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, woah)
Rick, not no J's, f*ck them Rick Jordan 1's (Huh, huh, yeah)
Backdoor the plug, twenty ounces of bud (Yeah)
[?] whole backdoor and throw y'all off (Off)
Switch made 'em ran, I mean switch made 'em run (Run)
Dropped out of school 'cause this sh*t all I love (Yeah, no cap)
b*tch for the gang, but you think she in love (Ah)
Blick in my hand, I think stick play is fun (Woah)

[Verse 1: 800pts]
Yeah, I don't wanna talk 'less it's 'bout breesh (Breesh)
How you wife that b*tch up? That lil' ho a treesh, uh (Treesh, woah)
That's your ho for twelve months until you pay the lease off (Yeah)
I was doggin' hoes, '24, now I'm leashed up (Slayed, woah)
Pack too strong, you could smell it when I walk past (That California)
Laugh 'cause all these boys could do is walk, can't run laps (Yeah)
f*ck everyone, stay by myself, put that in all caps, huh (f*ck 'еm)
Boy, yo' music don't sound good, go sign some job apps, huh

[Refrain: 800pts]
(Job applications, yeah)
Money countеr on the table, that b*tch broke, threw too many hunnids through that b*tch (Woah)
Big G17, seventeen rounds up in that b*tch
I swear no one on this earth could hold me closer than these pills (Woo)
(But I wish it wasn't true)
Money counter on the table, that b*tch broke, threw too many hunnids through that b*tch
Big G17, seventeen rounds up in that b*tch
I swear no one on this earth could hold me closer than these pills (Woo)
[Chorus: 800pts]
(Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, woah)
Rick, not no J's, f*ck them Rick Jordan 1's (Huh, huh, yeah)
Backdoor the plug, twenty ounces of bud (Yeah)
[?] whole backdoor and throw y'all off (Off)
Switch made 'em ran, I mean switch made 'em run (Run)
Dropped out of school 'cause this sh*t all I love (Yeah, no cap)
b*tch for the gang, but you think she in love (Ah)
Blick in my hand, I think stick play is fun (Woah)

[Verse 2: Xanman$hawty & 800pts]
Big bag of green, I got a lot of dope to sell (Skip)
Count the blue and green, I got a lot of clientele, ho (Yeah)
b*tch with some attitude and too much to tell (Nah)
We used to success, deal them n*ggas some failures (Fail)
My new b*tch make my old b*tch jealous (Yeah)
You a hater n*gga, lame n*gga, I can feel it (Skip)
Poles in this b*tch and they hittin' to the ceilings (Grrt this sh*t)
Ain't no broke in my circle, all you see is rich n*ggas (Yeah)
b*tch n*gga get too close, hurt that pus*y n*gga feelings (Skip)
I was scrappin' 'bout some thousands, now I'm tryna touch a million (Skip)
Set up shop up on yo' block, heads pull up like a clan, b*tch (Yeah)
What these n*ggas braggin' 'bout? We done already did it (Did that, did that)

[Outro: Xanman$hawty]
Yeah