Sticked Up lyrics

[Intro: YBN Almighty Jay]
Every time that you see me, b*tch I'm sticked up
Always got that stick tucked
pus*y n*gga give it up
Ain't worry about no bih'
'Cause that pus*y, she gon' give it up
Don't got to give her sh*t 'cause off rip
She gon' let me f*ck

[Verse 1: YBN Almighty Jay]
Swervin' in that new body
Drop top that new 'gatti
Feelin' like I'm John Gotti
'Cause I don't fear nobody
I just got a new shawty
And I got her a new body
Burn off in that foreign, guess she hot, just like wasabi
Kicking off that flavor, kicking sh*t just like karate
I don't need no handouts little boy, b*tch my crew got me
Plug just called my phone with the drugs 10-4 copy
Diamonds skated on my wrist like a n*gga playin' hockey
Cashed out in the mall, everyday is my payday
What's that little gun? Oh, that's my mini AK, that Draco
Shoot a n*gga in the face make 'em lay low
That chopper hold a hunnid K tho
Pull up on a n*gga, let that gun go
Vraa-bang-bang like Tadoe
[Bridge: YBN Almighty Jay]
Who don't want no beef? Who don't want no smoke?
My n*gga super savage, they'll kick a door
I flip that work, like I flip your ho
If she don't do the team, then she gotta go

[Verse 2: YBN Nahmir]
I got fame on my name, watch me do my thang
But let a n*gga act tough, I'm blowing out his brain
Don't make me pull up on your block, and snatch your f*cking chain
'Cause I show up to your sh*t and treat you like a f*cking lame
b*tch, you'se a motherf*cking cornball
All ya Twitter beefin' n*ggas, we ignore ya'll
Ya'll some little ass boys, man ya'll so small
I know your background, lil' b*tch I'll expose ya'll
Draco bullets hit your whip
If you're talking all that sh*t, my n*gga Jay up in the cut
Clutchin' on that .45
Slide down to a n*gga block, hit 'em with a f*cking Glock
Bullets hit his f*cking top, somebody grab a f*cking mop
Deebo when a n*gga sh*t, then I finna f*ck his b*tch
Jay calling my phone saying: "Bro, let's go hit a lick"
I'mma go and grab a stick
c*ck it then we finna dip
Kicking down the door
And aim a toolie at your daddy's lip
Get into his f*cking cash
Yes I gotta check a bag
I'm in first while you in last
I'm leaning, but I never crack
Put you in a body bag
Now I know your momma sad
'Cause I had done f*ck you up
And I'm the reason why you had to pass
[Verse 3: YBN Nahmir]
n*ggas know, I'm not the one to be f*cked with
AR-15 shots make a n*gga duck quick (pa-pa-pa-pa)
All that Facebook talk and this gon' get you done quick (n*gga)
I'm turning to a demon, when you put me in a f*cking (in that what)
A n*gga talking bodies, well let's talk bodies (let's talk bodies)
You gon' end up your like your mans, if you go on and try me (you go and try me)
n*gga steady looking for me, you know where to find me (you know where to find me, n*gga)
b*tch I'm in the ham with a pole, n*gga I ain't hiding (I ain't hiding)
Everywhere I go I got to keep a stick on me (a stick on me)
So if a n*gga try me, light him like a Christmas tree (a Christmas tree)
My name popping, they be buzzin' like some f*cking bees (skrr, skrr)
So I'mma slide down and bless your b*tch like that b*tch sneezed