stick talk - astro's fantasy lyrics
[intro]
(you’re gonna live forever)
haha, (?) f*cked, oh my god
holup, holup, let me cook
[chorus]
uh, b*tch i’m sticked up, .40 gon’ hit him
off this molly, b*tch, i’m ticked off
b*tches dancin’ like it’s tiktok
don’t say sh*t, yeah, i let this stick talk
pockets fat, yeah, that b*tch like rick ross
go and talk to this glock, yeah, my finger it is locked
put that boy up into shock, chyeah
[verse]
k!lled him in the dirt, leave him in a he*rs*, uh
you can’t have a verse, uh, b*tch, i’m always at work, uh
standin’ tall like uzi vert
margielas on my feet, no f*ckin’ birks
pop that boy like a f*cking perc
might take a trip, yeah, to the turks
oxy, yeah for dinner, bad b*tch, she a sinner
got some monclеr for the winter
’cause you know i’m a winnеr, wrist cold like i’m in denver
fallin’ like i am a sinner
no, i couldn’t forget her, yeah i love you, yeah, forever
uh, switch it up for a second (uh*huh)
hope you got the message, uh
hop in the whip, goin’ too fast, really hope i don’t wreck it
all this money in my f*ckin’ pockets, i don’t need no credit
you can’t have a feature, i don’t know what you were expectin’
whip got suicide doors, never wife a wh0re (o*oh, uh*huh)
if you want my love, yeah, you gotta be sure (what? yeah)
’cause i been f*cked up too many times before
b*tch, i been up at war, end up on the f*ckin’ floor (uh, uh)
[chorus]
uh, b*tch i’m sticked up, .40 gon’ hit him
off this molly, b*tch, i’m ticked off
b*tches dancin’ like it’s tiktok
don’t say sh*t, yeah, i let this stick talk
pockets fat, yeah, that b*tch like rick ross
go and talk to this glock, yeah, my finger it is locked
put that boy up into shock, chyeah
[outro]
huh, o*oh
uh*huh
oh, oh, ohhh, oh
wait, haha
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