STG Lyrics

They ain't talking bout nun

I had to double the rack. (double the racks)

Upping the sticks like dat

I had to double the racks (what, what)

I had to get that pack!

Can't take no swisher, I'm up. I'm smoking on sassafras!

All these bitches be dubs, I can't give em no pass

That bitch wanna bite?

Hoppin the whip hit the gas, Goodbye! (zoom)

I'm too high. Fly through the corners I know all my rights

Ice they bite, wetter than water, I don't need the rice!

They hit they fight, huh, these diamonds they kryptonite

Pull-up with mask tight, theif in the night, I got the fye!

I'm on to something, alright. Caught him at the red, my brother gone slide on a bike!

That boy lookin to fed, yea, he off the meds!

I know a snitch outside

That boy really too broke he ain't pouring red

He sipping on Caro and Pai!

Yuh yuh

And I Swear To God he might die! yuh yuh!

And I swear to god he might die. woah woah!

I swear to god he might die

I swear to god he might die!

Yea yea

Huh yea yea

What what