Sticks And Stones lyrics

[Intro: Q Da Fool]
Sticks and stones, Mama I'm not a baby, your son grown
I had to roam through them streets alone
OG Bob introduced me to sticks and stones
n*gga said he wanted beef, man, lets get it on
That boy better have a bullet proof fitted on
My n*ggas Rock and Roll, like a Rolling Stone
Hit him with the stick now that n*gga gone

[Verse 1: Q Da Fool]
Why they had to kill my n*gga?
Why they had to snitch on me?
Why them people all in my business?
My family so worried about me
Whole hood boy they buy that sh*t from me
I need cash I don't slide no sh*t for free
I always get away, I'm a different breed
10 toes in the jungle higher than some trees
Homicide for a package (Cause work what I need)
You trap too slow, we at different speeds
I really got blood brothers who replace every C with a B
f*ck up the studio, skeet on the beat
Ferragamo slippers; No more cuffs on my feet
I look so damn sleepy been sipping Tussionex all week
We been bussing at the ops all week
Gucci face mask, just to take a nap
3 thousand dollar outfit up in the trap
I f*ck it up then I get it right back
First time I cook I ain't get sh*t back
Young assassin, who know how to rap
Marvin Gaye when I'm breaking her back
When I was broke, they ain't like me a lot
Now I got money b*tches like me a lot
We gon' air it out, we gon' pull off
We out Texas with the roof off
Rich Shoota, yeah, I make the calls
I could make a play and make a song
He don't got enough money take that boy home
I don't want to f*ck, b*tch leave me alone
Molly in the Jay, I'm higher than a drone
Got all this respect on my own
[Hook: Q Da Fool]
Sticks and stones, I play with them sticks and stones
A lot of 30 clips and molly I own
My own family killed Twin man that sh*t was dead wrong
Sticks and stones, I play with them sticks and stones
Free Lil Mar we used to run in them homes
We just talked on the phone said them days getting long
Sticks and stones, Mama I'm not a baby, your son grown
I had to roam through them streets alone
OG Bob introduced me to sticks and stones
n*gga said he wanted beef, man, lets get it on
That boy better have a bullet proof fitted on
My n*ggas Rock and Roll, like a Rolling Stone
Hit him with the stick now that n*gga gone
Sticks and stones

[Verse 2: Q Da Fool]
A whole lot of Burberry never been a brick
Never been a victim or a witness
Shoutout O Dawg that's my killer apprentice
These n*ggas ain't trappin, these n*ggas printing
These n*ggas counterfeit
Tie that sh*t down that sh*t bound to fit
Buy a 8 Ball then I'm bouncing it
Caught so many that I just stop counting em'
Lil bro caught two bodies I'm proud of him
He slide for me so Ima slide for him
That AR Rifle shoot it out for him
Seeing me broke like seeing a cow go through a rim
Gelato no season no stem
f*ck friends; Friends end, I need my ends
All of them n*ggas I took em out
All of the money I'm bringing in
CNN gang, F and N gang
MAK 90 squad, Calico clan
Seven six deuce make him dance like Boyz II Men
Man that jail turn that boy to a man
I work with them pounds I started with grams
I remember them late nights talking to grams
I broke my promise when I went to the pen
[Hook]
Sticks and stones, I play with them sticks and stones
A lot of 30 clips and molly I own
My own family killed Twin man that sh*t was dead wrong
Sticks and stones, I play with them sticks and stones
Free Lil Mar we used to run in them homes
We just talked on the phone said them days getting long
Sticks and stones, Mama I'm not a baby, your son grown
I had to roam through them streets alone
OG Bob introduced me to sticks and stones
n*gga said he wanted beef, man, lets get it on
That boy better have a bullet proof fitted on
My n*ggas Rock and Roll, like a Rolling Stone
Hit him with the stick now that n*gga gone
Sticks and stones