Mr Stick ft. Luh Leek Lyrics

Why you step up in this bitch without no handgun

I got two twin shooters with some Jordan on

It's a fucking body bag for him

Let's put that mag to him

I'm tryna hit that bitch's brain and get his legs gone

I'm here stepping with my fucking goons, you watching Looney Tunes

You better love your fucking son, he gon' be missing soon

Hey Mrs. Frizzle, can you leave me alone

I don't wanna see that bitch's bone

I seen his blood when I got him gone

Ain't hit the tire but he spinnin' round

Ain't hit my mind but I'm thinking bad

I got my stick in class, I left a rub in her pussy then I did the dash

I ain't for you, you ain't for me hoe, I call her bitch but I don't call her hoe

I cook that shit up while I bleach the clothes

I'm tryna whack him wipe the bitch's nose

Why my bro tryna front in front of hoes, I gotta go

Ay I'm fucked up in the head, don't give a fuck put your face on the stove

Yeah, M B Shiesty, yea them them shh, that'll take your life

Taliban shit we cut you up today, you movin' trife

Disrespect the gang, this the day you might lose your life

Lil nigga hit, he use a bag just to take a shit

My lil nigga flip, send him a hunnid, he gon' get a split

I'm smoking cat piss, they say Lil Leeky, man, he out his shit

I don't give a fuck, beat his face in with a hockey mask

Slump a nigga over, drag his corpse to a body bag

Shoot a nigga house up,leave his mama with a toe tag

I was running down with a stick in my book bag

Can't be skipping class, know my mama finna whoop my ah

Fuck it, bullets break the glass

Can't talk to bitch, she make me mad

Pussy stink I spray with Glade

Bitch, I need like 50 hoes, can't ride with one stick

We got like 60 poles, I got me some energy today

I'm finna fuck yo hoe, they gon' call me Mr. Stick

I send blitz and I get them gone

Got some shit up on my white tee

That's why a nigga rocking Nike, she got me feeling like an athlete

I dunk that pussy like it's Spike Lee

I brung them shh, shh, shh, to this place and they gon' blow you down

Two shooters and a hunnid rounds, that pussy good so it got smacked down

RKO and she get spun around, bitch get my money off the fucking ground

Bitch that ain't Thunder, bitch that's that chopper sound

If you fall, you better stay down, bullets made him paralyzed from the face down

Had to take my bitch to a pound town

I'm a bad mad, killed his wife now he's a sad man

Like Baraka man, bald head and lettuce I'm a shotta man

I got dreads boy, but I ain't catching no shots to head boy

You a dead boy, when we come see you we turning red boy

You say Kas who?

They finna hop out that bitch and grab you

That's my brother man, my brother dude

I don't need one lil' bitch, I'ma need me two

Hitting the bitch and I pass her to who

I was testing the Glock and that shit went boom

If you see me and B, then you know you doomed

We ain't doing no talking cause you know we shoot

I ain't never kill him in this?

Walk him down, put the bitch on the news

Yeah, this that stick talk

If that hoe wanna argue, make that bitch walk

Mr. Stick, Mr. Stick, I can't wait to do a hit

Grab your blick, spin the field, then you let that cutter spit

If somebody see the killing, then make sure you sow they lips

Two hundred niggas in this room, which one I'm killing

Smoking on dead opps, got me walking on the ceiling

Clip long ass hell, and we peeling back resilience

I know a couple niggas from the hood, that probably feel this

Spidey ass nigga, he ain't never finna kill shit

Batman, I ain't have to rob a nigga, get it out the grit

Switch the rap to planning how I'm probably finna get rich

Still gon' have the baddest bitch, you can leave, I still hit

Your new lil' nigga ain't gon' drill shit

I'm tired of talking, finna spin the whip

Suck me while I'm driving in my o four Jaguar

Transmission bad on that bitch, that boy ain't getting far

Fuck it, I'ma get another car, another bitch, another house

I can't be fucking at my mother house

She saying, why you kick my brother out

Back to how my Glock be making sounds

I need some pussy for to beat it down

You can throw a lil' pissy fit, bitch, I'm still a misfit

I'm emo and a rockstar, don't wanna go back to that cop car