Lil' Bro Keep A Stick ft. MILANEZIE Lyrics

Yeah

Skkrrr

Yeah

Swag

Creepin' on the low

With this bitch

And it's Cool

She hopped right on top

And rode dick

Like a coupe

When I go to the bank

I see fifties and blue's

I don't know what to think

I don't know what to do

I let that perc heal the pain

Now I'm stuck on the moon

This bitch on my dick

She want me to come through

She all in her mood

I'ma play that shit smooth

And lil' bro keep a stick

But we not playing pool

I might just let that bitch hit

Now you meeting your doom

Doom

What the fuck you trynna do

No, I'm stunting that lil' bitch

Cause she nothing new

No, I'm not stunting your bitch

Cause' she came from the zoo

He try play with this shit

Now he making the news

Ok that's cool

Let's get back to that check

Link with that thot

Just to get me some neck

Lil' bitch I'm the plug

Just like the connect

Astronaut high

The coupe turn into a jet

He don't really get fly

He just cap and flex

She made a lil' mess

When she gave me that head

When it comes to that check

I just gotta collect

I roll up that dope

Sit back

Then I reflect

The fuck is you on

Why you hating

I pop that lil' pill

Just like MATRIX

I spark that shit up

Til' I'm Asian

She wanna know my location

My lil' bitch don't got not patience

That boy

Not getting

No Payment

I'm in all black

Like a raven

Boy you so lame

It don't make sense

I'm fucking this bitch from back

It's amazing

Creepin' on the low

With this bitch

And it's Cool

She hopped right on top

And rode dick

Like a coupe

When I go to the bank

I see fifties and blue's

I don't know what to think

I don't know what to do

I let that perc heal the pain

Now I'm stuck on the moon

This bitch on my dick

She want me to come through

She all in her mood

I'ma play that shit smooth

And lil' bro keep a stick

But we not playing pool

Why you keep rapping bout' blicks

When you don't gotta tool

Boy you so cap bout' that shit

Everything that you do

Trap out the pack

Make that motherfucker move

Hitting that bitch from the back

It's just something to do

Stacking and adding the cash

Is my mood

Stashing them racks in the bag

And they're new

My bitch hella bad

With the swag

Nigga mad and confused

No I don't gotta brag

That boy don't gotta bag

Twin got my back

Ain't no taking shit

How you fuck up

You done' fumbled the pack

Like fuck it

I put on that VETEMENTS swag

I got that Louis V letterman swag

Damn

She wants me to fuck her cam

Why she keep calling me dad

Like I'm fam

Why she keep calling my phone

Like, she stuck in a jam

I'm kicking that bitch out the spot

Just like Martin and Pam

Beam on the glock

And that bitch a red dot

I got some green in these jeans

I got hella guap

Bitch I just Ricky'd the jeans

I Prada'd my thot

Creepin' on the low

With this bitch

And it's Cool

She hopped right on top

And rode dick

Like a coupe

When I go to the bank

I see fifties and blue's

I don't know what to think

I don't know what to do

I let that perc heal the pain

Now I'm stuck on the moon

This bitch on my dick

She want me to come through

She all in her mood

I'ma play that shit smooth

And lil' bro keep a stick

But we not playing pool