Sticks & Mags ft. Lil Xelly Lyrics

(Whoo!)

(Gllrtttt bow!)

Uh, nigga It's Nast! (Whoo!)

Wassup gang?

Xrrrftied with me (Huh!)

(Huh! Xrrrftied money!)

Uh look,

We moving lots of bags (Bags!)

We got sticks and mags

Splurging, we don't be checking the tags!

She nervous, she ain't trynna hop inna Jag

Surburban, hoppin out kirkin' with Nast

Ran down on me we turn him to gas

Shit getting tense, I put boy inna past

Hallway serving gas i'ont need a pass (Bow!)

I woulda dropped outta school if it wasn't for math

Adding up digits I think I was learning too fast

The trap start jumping, they thought I was serving out glass

Bought my BM and Benz now she doin' the dash

Hop out with Peezy it's making my shoulder ache

Junky stole from me, spanked him with .38

You know how I get for that money, I ride with them dummies I get it the dirty way (Huh)

Me and Nast, we just posted up back door

IPhone, watch me work with the Mac though

She got that water, Lil Xelly gon back stroke

Sippin' on drank, got the drop where you at though

Uh uh,

We bouta hit at the spot that they chillin at

Missing my niggas I wish I can get 'em back!

It's been a few years but I feel like we still attached!

That's facts!

I put it all in the rap (I did)

Missing my dawg Fat Trap

We should be out doing tours & blowing the bag at Saks (Yeah!)

Business man, i'ont got put on no slacks

Sprinter vans, we do them shits back to back (Whoo!)

I been the man, that's why she looking like that (Yeah!)

You know it's a hell of a feeling you get to them racks!

(Uh, yeah!)

(Blrrt! Beep!)

Huh!

I really can't hear you i'm letting that money talk

We the young niggas chasing cheese like parmesan

If it's Beef, at your front door nigga like Papa Johns

I got the trap jumping through in a Molotov

OG inna kitchen making molly soft (Yeah!)

I gotta thousand bitches like the Mardi Gras

Step in this bitch and i'm making the party rock

Hop out the foreign, i'm stepping Balenci

Hop out Margiela with a stack of blue Benjis

New York niggas say I keep it a Fendi

Spanked the gun charge, shout out McKenzie

You know my brudda he rollin'

Beat the block for them knots, pockets be swollen

Shooter gon' run down see what he holding…

Huh!

Huh!

Slime! (Slime!)

(Uh, yeah slime!)

Yeah, Uh

I'm still not in my prime

Bust down the wrist so I can't tell the time (Yeah!)

White boy geeking, he callin' for lines

I follow my heart so this shit is divine

I'm good on the clubs, i'm cool, i'm fine!

VVS diamonds, even in the dark I shine!

Shit getting real so I gotta keep me an iron

Man of the house so you won't catch me crying!

Thought he was 10 toes then he dropped the dime!

I'm talking to God, he keep sending me signs

I know I be sinning but nigga I promise i'm trying!

If I said I was broke then nigga I was prolly lying

He said he want smoke so send his ass up inna sky

If it's something you know then tell me and look in my eyes

If I call you my brother then I got ya back like a spine

Slime!

Two!

Slime!

Xrrrftied!

Huh, slime!

It's Nast!

You know what the fuck going on, aye bro! (RDI, two shit!)

(RDI)

(Yeah)

(RDI)

(Uh, yeah!)

(Xelly!)

(Huh)

(Huh, huh)

(Slime, slime!)

(Huh, huh)

(Slime!)