Stick - wifisfuneral

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Yuh, aye

Uh, uh, ah

Stack it up

Aye, aye, aye, here we go

Yuh, aye, aye, aye, yuh

I remember I was young and reckless

Since a adolescence, codeine my pref' as a beverage

I was in the two-seater with the legs split

Why they tryna hold me down like I’m hell-bent?

Had to sacrifice a lot just to settle in

I ain’t really talkin' to ya, my life is a object

Feelin' like a alien that came up out of project

Playin' with my soul like a puppet, do they gotta test?

Now I’m off the Tec, I’m a mess, I don’t gotta stress

Got a little treesh on my neck, but I gotta flex

Way that she suck and she swallow, she might just go viral

And I feel like I’m Tyson, they play with my top

I’m defendin' my title, no .223 rifle

With these bands in my hands, I’ma stack it like Eiffel

She used to tell me how you like it, daddy, no Peter Pie though

I was ghost ridin', swimming' through the pussy like Otto

And I’m too focused on the Perc-10, I apologize

Sadly, we see that he envy me, 'cause we see the despise

Look me dead in my eyes, see a skeleton, fried

Believe me how I’m next, ye, so I’m diggin' the opp

Got my lean out th counter, they said it’s a drought

I got Europe hoes global that play with they mouth

Uh, yuh, bust out the rip, right on the hip, ain’t no shits, aye, aye

I pour up Tec, I throw a fit, I fuck a bitch, yeah, aye

Smokin' on runts, now I’m on stick, opps mad as shit, aye, aye

Smokin' on runts, now I’m on stick, opps mad as shit

Uh, yuh, bust out the rip, right on the hip, ain’t no shits, aye, aye

I pour up Tec, I throw a fit, I fuck a bitch, yeah, aye

Smokin' on runts, now I’m on stick, opps mad as shit, aye, aye

Smokin' on runts, now I’m on stick, opps mad as shit, uh