2 Sticks lyrics

[Intro: MoneyMarr]
What?
Yeah
Let's go crazy
Marr
Youngest Trapper 2
Uh, uh

[Chorus: MoneyMarr]
Pass me the pounds of the pressure, the pack
We smokin' the same fuels, this ain't no thrax
f*ck totin' a Glock, n*gga pass me the MAC, bad
Fat butt b*tch, she gon' throw that sh*t back
I get them bags, you know that sh*t come to the trap
If I put on a mask, you know I'ma run in your spot
Opps want me to crash, so I think I'ma send 'em some shots
Everybody gettin' shot
If I don't got my stick, everybody gettin' smacked
Throw the oop for the lick, everybody gettin' hacked
Two sticks, HL, 16 to the back
MoneyMarr too clean, lil' b*tch get back
Me and Tee took a trip, n*gga, we gon' be back
If I'm not in the stu' then I'm droppin' a stack
Always step in designer and n*gga that's facts
f*ck your b*tch, she was cute but her pus*y was wack
[Verse: BandChasingTee]
Two sticks in my dip, yeah, that's what you call strapped
My bro caught a charge, did his time, he'll be back
This sh*t that I rap is real life, ain't no cap
What young n*gga you know beat the pack like that?
Tote the stick with the grip and the beam is attached
First time in LA, I might drop me a stack
Lil' b*tch in my phone, ask, "When you come back?"
Told that b*tch I don't know 'cause I'm sendin' them packs
Me and you not the same, n*gga you lack
You can't step in this trap fi you ain't up ten racks
Seen bro peel a stain and n*gga, that's facts
The Draco send shots so everybody ran laps
n*ggas said that they hit us, but n*ggas ain't like that
Fat butt b*tch and you know I'ma strike that
These n*ggas be dissin', they mad we ain't diss back
Fendi my shoe, in your trap, I'ma kick that
These n*ggas, they new to the game and I been that
These n*ggas can't hang with the gang 'cause they big rats
Come run up on Marr, you get split with this Kel-Tec
Pop thirty, I'm gone, and that pus*y, I killed that
These n*ggas ain't harmin' sh*t, all that sh*t cap
Just make sure you do what you say in your raps
Lil' b*tch wanna f*ck on me now 'cause I rap
Lil' b*tch wanna f*ck on me 'cause I got racks
[Chorus: MoneyMarr]
Pass me the pounds of the pressure, the pack
We smokin' the same fuels, this ain't no thrax
f*ck totin' a Glock, n*gga pass me the MAC, bad
Fat butt b*tch, she gon' throw that sh*t back
I get them bags, you know that sh*t come to the trap
If I put on a mask, you know I'ma run in your spot
Opps want me to crash, so I think I'ma send 'em some shots
Everybody gettin' shot
If I don't got my stick, everybody gettin' smacked
Throw the oop for the lick, everybody gettin' hacked
Two sticks, HL, 16 to the back
MoneyMarr too clean, lil' b*tch get back
Me and Tee took a trip, n*gga, we gon' be back
If I'm not in the stu' then I'm droppin' a stack
Always step in designer and n*gga that's facts
f*ck your b*tch, she was cute but her pus*y was wack