Stick Freestyle Lyrics

I'm looking through the peephole, rappers at my steps again

Like knock knock, can you let me in

Found a beat, I gotta bless again

Send shots at they chest again

This ain't the field you wanna test me in

The 35 on this baby, you can catch me in, from the east to the western end

My name got niggas pressed again My game got bitches sexed again

I pull it out and say let's begin

Text your twin, better yet text your friend

Your roommate and your next of kin'

Walk them in like let's be friends

They all angels doing sexy sins

I'm in your waters like Mexicans, jump in and swim, wait

Don't drown me, baby

If only you fucking get from around me, baby

Know I do it for the town, lil' baby

This Lynwood, all around me, baby

King shit, they gotta crown me, baby

The east side where they found me, baby

Tell mama move me down to Downey, baby

I was thuggin' ducking county, baby

Going hard, had to get out the way

High school down on Stewart and Gray

Sunny Cali, it's a beautiful day

The homies like what we doing today

I'm picking bitches, I'll be screwing today

Fuck a bitch, then she blew in the face, like her right there

Now move over, nigga, you in the way

Tool on the waist, fuck it, put the tool to his face

If it jam, catch a shoe to the face

I was always taught to shoot at the face

Leave a witness the same, go to court and they throw out the case

Not a situation, stick it in a motherfucker

Put that on my mother

Don't compare me to the motherfuckers, niggas undercover

Only time I hit a bitch is when a nigga got a rubber

If I need a bitch, I have my sister uppercut her

Know I put on for the city and I put on for the other side

Came to kill the game, in this bitch with all my brothers

It's the east side brenton baby, if a nigga ever wonder

Who just came and took the summer, pull a card and a number

Serving every motherfucker on his rap list

We can fade, fuck a rap diss, what is that shit

Niggas tried to lock me out of the game, but we picking everything

Motherfucker, I'm a rapsmith, and I ain't capping

And I ain't acting, fuck a screenplay, script, read, and a casting

Oh it's slapping, smack the shit out any nigga

Disrespecting me and mine, chitter chatting

But that ain't happening cause niggas know better

Think they can flow, but shit, we just flow better

Make it a wager, please bring on your bettors

Do as we please, fuck who will or won't let us

Plus there's no let up, my foot on they necks, fuck a pass

Stand up and get a foot in the ass

If you teaching then I'm skipping the class, all you niggas surpassed

I'm throwing stones from a house out of glass

Hearing niggas making albums is bad, aw man, how sad

Give it up and throw that shit in the trash

I got them outside waiting for my newer shit

You other niggas just some shit in the grass, still possess the pizzazz

Toe to toe and got my dough in the stash

Bet on Jay and we can do it in cash

Anybody can get it from Yao Ming, way down to a midget

The other side, whooping y'all ass

Nigga