STICK WIT ME ft. GBANDO Lyrics

So baby don't you stick with me But I promise you gon' get rich with me

Tell me what you see in me Cause I need to know what you need in me

We was smokin' a pot Then we skirted the lot

I ain't no chef but I'm tryna get chopped I ain't no ref but I'm callin' a shot

So I was poppin' Perkys I know they hurt me

I got ice in my veins but bullets burn deep

I been to hell and back Almost caught for sellin' packs

Post the Addy like, where you at? You ain't never gon' hit us back

Number one, yeah, just look at the stats All my shows always turn to Max

And Mo slidin' he gon shoot with the Gats My niggas, they be talkin' to facts, talkin' to facts

So baby don't you stick with me But I promise you gon' get rich with me

Tell me what you see in me Cause I need to know what you need in me

I be chillin' with some demons In the trap I'm really geekin'

Bad bitch Victoria, she gon' tell me her secret

I been coolin' on the low You can't fuck with GBANDO

Y'all already know me and Mo Got choppas, call us Rambo

Me and my niggas be stayin' in trenches We poppin' the Percs and we geekin

My crodie just walked with a limb He gave us the word he'd probably be tweakin

I'm tellin' my bitch I gotta go Makin' this money I'm leavin

Most of these niggas be buyin' the drugs And nicotine, yeah, they pheanin'

These niggas want cap for the clout Shut up lil' bitch we aim at your mouth

If I'm a new tree just let me just sprout Most of them niggas be feelin' just doubt

I'm tellin' my father he'd really be proud I'm blastin' the music, I'm keepin' it loud

I like the old movie, I had to get out I like the old movie, I had to get out

Runnin' out the room, they had to get out We makin' the plays, we runnin' the routes

But you know a knife don't make a sound I'ma dance on your head on the ground

My niggas, we ain't playin' around Laugh it up, yeah, you makin' a frown

I'm goin' up, I ain't never go down I'm goin' up, I ain't never go down

Bust a move, yeah, I'm feelin' like Mike We catchin' the opps, it's really on sight

Keep it on, please don't swerve off the lines And the arguments, how I really be right

I go to the parties, they really be litty I'm doin' my dance, they call me Lil' Diddy

And roll up the grabba, we smokin' the spliffy My niggas, yeah, they really be with me

Okay why you switchin' the codes Yeah, I know, we just fuck with the hoes

Call the gang, yeah, I'm callin' my bros I know some niggas, they be throwing up foes

We stackin' it up and we flippin' the doe On this track, I'ma feature with Mo

Hella choppas 40 gon' blow Hella choppas 40 gon' blow

So baby, don't you stick with me But I promise you gon' get rich with me

Tell me what you see in me Cause I need to know what you need in me