Medulla ft. RMF Sticks Lyrics

Fah, Fah, Say where your shootas at

You can't play with 4FE round' me, push yo medulla back

Say he ain't get back, they touched his hat, I'm like where you was at

His potna got cracked, should've shot back, now his dude in this pack

Skrtt, skrtt, We finna switch the track

Two-three no attachments do my thing like Jaire from the Pack

Let bitch niggas have it, don't duck static, while it's life or you fake

Shit finna get tragic, check my stacks, I'm a real democrat

Push up in a scat, ain't know the map, he got his shit detached

All up in my feelings, bout that hoe, tryna see where she at

I'm tryna calm my nerves, but these hoes playin' with me, way too bad

Sneak attack, ain't no ones bro, beat his ass

Ice water, cool off all you hoes, I kick it with nina

You see twoface on a two man guaranteed, I'm Derek Jeter

It ain't that complicated, you don't know my songs, you not a keeper

I said it once before, I mean it

That hoe not yours I know I seen it

K bucked a right, don't use no blinker

Skrtt Skrtt, Say bro, just shift the track

If RMF got us, we got them too, won't go for none of that

I need a hunnid stacks, times that by ten, so I can run it back

Bout this guala, I can't fumble that

You come outside by yourself, all you here

Fah Fah

Say where your shootas at

You can't play with 4FE round me, push yo medulla back

Say he ain't get back, they touched his hat, I'm like where you was at

His partner got cracked, should've shot back, now his dude in this pack

Skrtt Skrtt We finna switch the track

Two-three no attachments do my thing like Jaire from the Pack

Let bitch niggas have it, don't duck static, while it's life or you fake

Shit finna get tragic, check my stats, I'm a real democrat

Bro, why they mad? Broke niggas be the saddest

He up making status, somebody snatch, he need to snatch in traffic

Fantastic shoot rf, buck the Glock with a passion

We send hits like madden, let's get it cracking hoes know I'm problematic

All my bitches ratchet, somewhat classy, you see how they actin

Tiffany Rose gold if luh shawty, want it, then she can have it

Get off my line with all that naggin, What Brody say broke niggas saddest

It's a certain group of people I know hate me, Can't wait till I'm lacking

So look here nigga

Fah, Fah, Say where your shootas at

You can't play with 4FE round' me, push yo medulla back

Say he ain't get back, they touched his hat, I'm like where you was at

His potna got cracked, should've shot back, now his dude in this pack

Skrtt, skrtt, We finna switch the track

Two-three no attachments do my thing like Jaire from the Pack

Let bitch niggas have it, don't duck static, while it's life or you fake

Shit finna get tragic, check my stacks, I'm a real democrat