Stick Up Kid lyrics

[Produced by 30Roc]

[Intro: [YouTube sample](null)]
I'm finna put something on you so cold
I'm finna put something on you so cold, n*gga
On my momma

[Hook]
If mama knew about all them licks I hit
She’d have a motherf*cking fit, flip and split my wig
That’s why I’ll probably never tell her all the sh*t I did
If moms only knew her son was a stick up kid
The stick up kid, stick up kid, stick up kid, I was the stick up kid
Stick up kid, stick up kid, stick up kid, I was the stick up kid

[Verse 1]
The old me would’ve robbed all these c*cksuckers
Used to hit the locker room with the lock cutter
All inside the classroom with a box cutter
Found a pistol plug, went and bought a Glock from him
Hooping with some scholarships, still buying bags
Moms found the stash, asked how I got the cash
Said you better come out clean with your lying ass
"And where you get that scale?"
I stole it from my science class
Had to lick a laptop from my math teacher
Woulda let her keep it if she woulda passed me
Took it straight to the trap where a n*gga cashed me
Used to be the stick up kid, wearing f*cking khakis
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Ain’t never been the type to cook or play around with the powder
Rather raid your spot, and fill up that Eddie Bauer
We're getting buckets on n*ggas and jugging kush, quarter pounders
Busting nuggets down n*gga, on my mama’s kitchen counter
I was on some hot sh*t, little did she know
In 08 them folks tried to send me up the road
In 9th grade n*ggas tried to play me like a ho
That’s when my teacher seen my brass knuckles fall out on the floor
In 06, I was just a freshman in Girbaud
Mouth full of gold, tryna flex for the hoes
Juuging and hooping, that was my only two skills
Used to do some dumbass sh*t just for the thrill

[Hook]