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(hook)
Stick em up
Stick em up
Bitch stick em up
Put your hands up where i could see em (2x)
Stick em up
Stick em up
Bitch stick em up
Target niggas wouldnt want to be em
(verse 1)
I want the money and the power they hittin me every hour
For the ? and powder
Chasing them dirty dollars
Im from texas nigga
It get hecktic nigga
People depending on me
I came to gank you niggas
Cause the game is deeper then just working off the beeper
If the paper aint right then we calling a sweeper
To clean up the problems and straighten up the mess
So niggas come wit yo pistols and niggas come wit the vest
This aint the east or the west
The bamer weed or the stress
Im young pimp a poauthor
And we done had the test
And we smokin the best everywhere that we go
And when our records come out
Them bitches they sell out the store
Stayin swol on the dro
And keep that thing on the floor
Want my money up front when we come for the show
Yall can play wit ya paper but im dieing for mines
So while yall buying them watches
Im a stay on the grind
What nigga
(hook)
(verse 2)
Say nigga you think its a joke
Trill niggas be going for broke
Fools a whistle loc
In the mutherfuckin pistol smoke
And its just a matter of time before youre labeled a buster
I just a nigga that couldnt katchup and cut the mustard
Now i got confidence i dont need no condaments
All i need is common sense to see through your incompatense
Nigga keep your compliments they dont flatter me
You fucking wit me and that will be the day bitch we dont play
Know the gat a be huh
Right on the side of me
Right where its supposed to be
Bitch niggas die for me
Never getting too close to me
