Stick Up ft. High-Q Lyrics

Wake up, break the brick up

Start tongue twistin' on ya sister

Wassup with you kiss ups

Thinkin you should cut your wrists up

Bout to face off like a nip/tuck

A tactician with my vision

Slide between yall like a bishop

Take yo queen like bobby fisher

Hands up, it's a stickup

Hands up, it's a stickup

Hands up, it's a stickup

Hands up, it's a stickup

On your radar like a blip

Makin ripples when we dip

Sh-sh-shootin from the hip but

Every shot hit

Heard you got some loose lips

Better zip em up, quick

Yeah you like to gossip

Yall keep talkin that shit

Hands up, it's a stick up

Like to watch you pussies bleed

Giddiyup, speedy steed

Pussy divin, Scuba Steve

We got AC on the DC

And we doin dirty deeds

That lad High-Q got the dabs

Better keep it low key

On the lookout for some tabs

Hella lonely in my crib

But Uncle Cid just hailed a cab

Everyday we breakin bad

We start smokin like some pistols

Goin RAMBO on a ho

Then she blow us both akimbo

Show us how the bimbo limbo

Sh-sh-show up at your door

Leave yo home with bloody knuckles

Mount your dome up on my buckle

I'm a bucket full of chuckles

Guten tag mother fuckers

I ain't fuckin with you muggles

Got yo goddess undercover

And I'm Foggin up her goggles

Turn her on, I flip that toggle

Hit the throttle, fossil fuels

Time to make her drool, on my tool

Spit shine my family jewels

Nobody told me that this story was a tragic

I got the keys to run this shit but you can have it

Got my wand, in my hand, I cast magic

Money and my happiness, I gotta have it

I can get it by being a little average

See the seams in this dream is woven like fabric

I'm gonna switch it up,

I know you push and shove

I know you feel a lot of shit,

You ain't the only one

Fuck the ceilings

Fuck your feelings

Fuck your dealings

I'm the villain

Get the fuck up out my way

Reel em in then I filet

Stay the realest everyday

Hate to rain on your parade

But I don't play no games so suck a dick

Won't play in your charades

HANDS UP ITS A STICK UP

HANDS UP MOTHERFUCKER

HANDS UP ITS A STICK UP

HANDS UP MOTHERFUCKER

HANDS UP ITS A STICK UP

HANDS UP MOTHERFUCKER

HANDS UP ITS A STICK UP

HANDS UP MOTHERFUCKER

Now hold up wait a tick

Might throw a narcissistic fit n

Throw you bitches in a pit n

Roll the credits on that flick

Yeah I'm like patty with the biscuits

Playin cricket with your giblets

Eat that pussy like some brisket

Think you know who is the sickest

Hands up, it's a stickup

And this shit gets Risky Business

Say I ain't a fuckin' menace

Ima make you pay your penance

I ain't kitten witchu pussies

I'm just kickin' up dust

Watch me lay it on the ground

Let you bitches pick it up

Ima tear the house down

While my homies build me up

Catch ya with your pants down

Hands up, it's a stickup

No more hiccups,

I'm a stickler for my hitters

We might roll up in a pick up

Windows cracked and get to

Blastin, speed assassin

Bout to cash in on my passion

Got a stash up in my mansion

Got the shine but I ain't flashin'

(Ooooo)

Strahhman tag me in,

Got the clips loaded up,

Got the sights sighted in,

Slaying beats like Kylo Ren,

Ima back with my crew

Like, look what it do,

We about to break through,

Like a busty pair of boobs

Get the body bags out,

Bodies flooding, no drought,

Count em up like COVID cases,

Leave them missin' half their faces,

Yeah they call me the commander,

Always putting down the hammer,

Got the ember burning like charmander,

Fuckas blind like Stevie wonder,

Bust in with my AK and

Let it, l-let it spray,

Get you down, on your knees

And make you my fuckin prey

Bullets flying through the air

Cuz you know I don't fuckin' play,

Barrels getting hotter than the middle of the fuckin' day

High-q done smoke so much weed,

I be thirsty I need Hi-C, yeah

Rhymes like a nursery

Red bringing the surgery

All about the currency

Currently with ya girl ya see,

Slayed that pussy like I'm Freddy,

Shot her in the eye, she Fetty

WAP, it's so wet, eat it up,

That's some good spaghetti

Ugly Betty givin heady

Jaw breakin, Ed Edd n Eddy

Hit it bare she call me Teddy

Don't ask me, I'm always ready

Heavy when she flow

Get it Red,

Popin cherries like confetti

She so hairy, call it yeti

Mnmnmnmnn…

Ayy, life's a shit show

Not too late to buy a ticket

Yeah these crackers brought the dacquer

Make you wobble with the rickets

I'm a figment of your mental

But you'd swear I was the realest

How I tear apart your ligaments

Got yo ass in a predicament

Finger itchin on the trigger

He's all talk, well how ya figure?

Cut ya with a jagged blade

And show up jiggin at your vigil, so

Say I ain't a villain

Bitch I've killed men over chiclets

Bet you thought I was the chillest

Buddy you just made my shit list

(You just made my shit list)

(You just made my shit list)

(You just made my shit list)

(You just made my shit list)

You just made my, made my)