River Sticks ft. prodTrulife Lyrics

Wading in the River Styx and I'm searching for my fix

Riding with my demon clique, and you know we with the shits

We getting it popping like a shawty clit, or a thirty clip

Leave him like a baghead swinging on a picket fence

Rhyming got me tense

Since a youngin I've been stressed

Standing on that stupid stage, couldn't catch my breath

Now I'm smoking on that strong, I ain't talking meth

And I'm ripping on that bong, like I'm Body Bes

Brown streaks just like I'm friends with Johnny Test, ya dig

And I got two bitches in the back, ya dig

And all of us is fucking strapped, ya dig

And she sit it on my lap, ya dig

Yeah, ya dig

It's a feeling I can't shake

Got me booted when I switch the pace

Said fuck the human race

I'm off to Mars when a nigga baked

Like an easy oven, put a Betty Crocker to shame

Hide a nigga in the back, then I dump him in crystal lake

And I get my swag on, just got a pair of J's

And I'm punching on that gas

Police giving chase

And I'm smacking on her ass

Just broke the yellow tape

And a nigga bout to crash

I ain't seeing pearly gates, so this a nigga fate