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lirik lagu sticks (rrs) – stunna 4 vegas

[intro]
(ayy, spin it back, tay)
uh, strapped with these augs
uh, arps, two*two
uh, uh, strapped with my— (tay global)
fah, fah, fah (f*ck a n*gga, b*tch n*gga, don’t play with me)

[chorus]
uh, i’m strapped with the abcs (bah, bah)
f&ns, augs (bah, bah)
arps, 223s (bah, bah)
f*ck n*gga play, he gon’ d*i*e (brrt)

[verse]
she can’t even eat the d*ck if she not my speed (thot)
i’m geeked, i just dropped a rp (geeked), we put him on a tee beside r.i.p. (make his ass hot)
i jump out the v and go drop my ski
uh, we cutthroat like ktb (cut)
i’m stuffin’ racks in these purple jeans (racks)
uh, i get him whacked, we the murder team (come here)
big dog, i work for me (i’m a big dog)
high off my top, i’m on percs and lean (trap)
my diamonds lit up like a christmas three (ice, icе)
i get in with that fire, ain’t no searchin’ mе (pah, pah)
i’m rich, i still’ll pull a burglary (rich)
man, how you ain’t heard of me? (uh)
uh, i give a f*ck what you heard (f*ck what you heard)
we really swerve (swerve), b*tch n*gga get on my nerves (swear)
but i get his ass on the curb (boom, boom, boom, boom, get your b*tch ass down, n*gga)
uh, i get him served, n*gga got found with his face on his lap ’cause his brother a nerd (his brother a b*tch)
n*gga know we put sh*t past the birds, got caught lackin’, should’ve been more alert (n*gga gone)
i hop in that b*tch and i skrrt (skrrt), srt when i beat up the speed (beat up the road)
ain’t pushin’ p, but i’m pushin’ the b (blatt)
expensive taste, i might duck the pt (i might duck the pt)
drop an opp, i might drop an ep
get the drop, hit they block for a week (come on)
never catch 4 coppin’ a plea (on god)
know like lebron, i ain’t leavin’ my heat (leavin’ my fire)
uh, n*gga, i ain’t finna leave my heat (uh*uh)
i won’t slip, n*gga, i’m on b (on b)
uh*huh, i ain’t tryna beef on ig (uh*uh)
n*gga, you want smoke, don’t wan’ link (your b*tch ass outside)
and i ain’t even really ain’t gotta drop no chip ’cause i go creep (go creep alone)
b*tch, the second that we get to hittin’, i bet he get sweeped quick (huh)
my lil’ n*ggas tweak quick, big jit, delete sh*t (blatt, blatt, blatt)
i put a ton on my opp before i go spend my money on a freak b*tch (f*ck)
n*gga, i’ll come tear up your block, just me and my chop before the rap beef sh*t (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, bome down, n*gga)
bet i get a n*gga knocked off with these abc sticks (f*ck)
[chorus]
uh, i’m strapped with the abcs (bah)
f&ns, augs (bah, bah)
arps, 223s (bah, uh)
f*ck n*gga play, he gon’ d*i*e (get your b*tch ass down, n*gga)

[verse 2]
these diamonds hit just like ali (hit)
i’m poppin’, ho, how you ain’t notice me? (poppin’, ho)
funny b*tch, can’t even get close to me (b*tch can’t even get close)
i bagged a b*tch n*gga like grocery (b*tch ass down, n*gga)

[outro]
abcs, f&ns, arps
augs, 223s
f*ck n*gga play, he gon’ d*i*e
poppin’, ho, how you ain’t notice me?
funny b*tch, cut her, never get close to me
poppin’, b*tch, how you ain’t notice me?
uh, uh, uh, b*tch, i’ma get—
rae rae’s son a g

- stunna 4 vegas

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