Stuck With Us Lyrics

They must've thought I was gon' slow up

Every occasion I done showed up

We walked around shoulder to shoulder

They asked for game, hell yeah, I showed them

Want to learn how to make some real money? Ask my little brother

Man, DeeA, that's my baby, seen him grow to be a hustler

Man, Fit, that was our baby, seeing him go done really fucked with us

It's FFT and nothing else, my niggas really stuck with us

Hit a nigga bitch like she a parlay

Gettin' money now, I don't got time for party

Coi Leray, yellow bitch, she ready for a heartbreak

Your bitch done told you she gon' do my hair, she gave me tight braids

That bitch gave me migraines, might get her nice things

No more free features, got to get some cash in my bank

That's twenty twenty-two, bitch, twenty twenty-three, I can't play

I just turned twenty-two, bitch, you got twenty-two to your name

I could go harder than this, I want an Audemars wrist

Gucci, Chanel, and Celine, I want it all for my bitch

I'll fuck around, pop a bean, and go retarded and shit

You're making it way too easy, if you sit parked in the whip

They must've thought I was gon' slow up

Every occasion I done showed up

We walked around shoulder to shoulder

They asked for game, hell yeah, I showed them

Want to learn how to make some real money? Ask my little brother

Man, DeeA, that's my baby, seen him grow to be a hustler

Man, Fit, that was our baby, seeing him go done really fucked with us

It's FFT and nothing else, my niggas really stuck with us