YEA WIT MY STICK Lyrics

Gentle B

Aye, look, look, aye

Who finna clean out the block like that? Say who finna clean out the block

And who finna sweep out the block like that? My boy got a hundred some shots

If that nigga moved, then his body finna drop

And nah, I can't do that nigga, I can't fuck with opps

And nah, I can't do that nigga, I just bought a chop

Say one more thing and get hot

Spend on a nigga block like a..

Okay

Spend on a nigga block cause it's high

I've been selling crack, got my fuckin' rebox

I just bought a iced out fuckin' G-Shock

I don't need your time, baby, I don't need your clock

But bitch, I need a G-Lock, yeah, I need a Glock

With a fuckin' switch, with a fuckin' dick

When I see the opps, make sure that nigga hit

Make sure that nigga killed

Bitch, we doin' drills

Yeah, we runnin' shit

Yeah, we doin' blitz

Nigga talkin' shit, so he gettin' blitz

For all that talkin' shit, nigga, you get hit, bitch

I got money on my mind, money on my wrist

Money on my time, money on my bitch

Cause she lookin' fine

Money on my wrist, money ima shine, bitch

All a nigga took a perk, holy shit

Nigga took a perk, thought he was sick

Bitch, I don't give a fuck, I eat that Ruth's Chris

With my blick, nigga, yeah, with my stick

I don't give a fuck, they cannot search me in this bitch

Cause if they try to, they get hit with the blick

They might as well not try, bitch, it's gon' start a riot

I swear to God I'm sliding, nigga, hell yeah, I be run

I pull up on the club, shoot that bitch up

I pull up on the club, shoot it, everybody dying

I don't give a fuck, nigga, everybody dying

Everybody mama crying when them bullets flying

Hold on, hold on, hold on, nigga, wait a minute

Hell yeah, nigga, let me put some churchin' in it

I'll cook a nigga, ass just like some church's chicken

I got money in the back, bitch, you know I'ma spend it