sticks & stones Lyrics

Say you got sauce can't cook like me

Say you got drip don't drip like me

I'm dealing with the cards I was served

So I got to get my paws dirty

You can get blicked to the fifth degree

Sticks and stones yeah that shits on me

So I got a put God first

It is black till it's out of service

Came from the block with the rusty needles

Bring the body car back with some tinted windows

Working two pots though I'm finally famous

Still I play with dem blocks like I'm Bob the builder

Used to hit licks for their Jan sport like get down on ya knees

Muhhfuck dem niggas that's hating on me keep a 223

See a opp up and it's Hammertime

Ain't real no more he's an avatar

We catching dubs eat plates no salad bar

Don't need no nigga no no I can handle my mine

No ball cap these niggas just Cap a lot

We bout dat action you you you just Rap alot

We really active balling with no basketball

Sleep with one eye open like I'm Fetty Wap

We run up the bands

Don't do no playing

We get a bag

200 The Dash

These niggas gone hate

Stuffed racks in my safe

Take my money on dates

Drop it off to the bank

Say you got sauce can't cook like me

Say you got drip don't drip like me

I'm dealing with the cards I was served

So I got to get my paws dirty

You can get blicked to the fifth degree

Sticks and stones yeah that shits on me

So I got a put God first

It is black till it's out of service

Came from the block with the rusty needles

Bring the body car back with some tinted windows

Working two pots though I'm finally famous

Still I play with dem blocks like I'm Bob the builder

Used to hit licks for their Jan sport like get down on ya knees

Muhhfuck dem niggas that's hating on me keep a 223

Get shot in your head won't get shot in your foot no Megan Thee Stallion

Chop off your top chop off your head ain't no way around it

These niggas the flex too much and they doubt me

Really be clout chasing where the cloud be

These niggas aint real they really be sweet jus like a brownie

Neck and wrist froze all the regular

Double C flip phone for the cellular

Keep paper like Kinko's you your daddy son

Keith Street bingo chasing Bentley trucks

Got put on with these racks like oh no no

This fame want on accident no no no no

Say you got sauce can't cook like me

Say you got drip don't drip like me

I'm dealing with the cards I was served

So I got to get my paws dirty

You can get blicked to the fifth degree

Sticks and stones yeah that shits on me

So I got a put God first

It is black till it's out of service

Came from the block with the rusty Needles

Bring the buddy car back with some Tinted windows

Working two pots though I'm finally Famous

Still I play with dem blocks like I'm Bob the builder

Used to hit licks for their Jan sport like Get down on ya knees

Muhhfuck dem niggas that's hating on Me keep a 223