Stick Em Up

作曲：Xavier Dotson,C. Daniels,R. Davis

Pull up in the old school with the hubcaps

Got my black tee,ones, and my skull cap

Stick Em Up

Stick em up

Stick em Up

Stick em Up

Stick em up

Stick em up

Stick em up, ye ain't know

I ain't come to play and I ain't come to laugh

All I gotta say is ** put it in da bag

Stick em up

Stick em up

Stick em up

Stick em up

Stick em

Stick em up

Stick em up, ye ain't know

You know the procedure, when you see a heater

Bullets rippin' at ya, got ya runnin' like a cheetah

Rob in my black tee, mob in my black V

Robbed the ** man, 'cause the ** tried to tax me

Ye ain't gotta ask me,tell me where the stacks be

Hittin big licks got me ballin' like an athlete

Used to take starter coats, moved up to bigger **

Down for a kick do' (door), just to make my wrist glow

Steal from the rich, but I hang with the po' folk

Ball till ya fall, but don't ball til ya go broke

Gucci mane la chat, we in and out the trap fast

Leaving out yo house, 30 birds in my book bag

OK, check that ** that wake up early in the morning, looking for a victim

The first ** look like dolla's, tryna holla, I'm gone get em

I got no time for relationships, I'm out to get that cheese

Even if I have to kill you ** my son I got to feed

I'm at the mall, I'm poppin' tags with shopping bags so style

I found a duck that I can pluck, that ** that asked me out

Whoa, hold up my ** you must don't know I gotta get ya

You told yo boy I got a big **, but boy my nine is bigga

I'm waitin' on him to pull up at the spot I see he clean

That boy sittin' on them things, a iced out chain, and big ** rings

He said lets go to the movies, I told him lets go to the room

This ** think he really got a freak, but mine is do the fool

We get to the room, I let him rub,I let him get a lil' touch

I told him hold up stop, let me go to the bathroom freshen up

I went out the bathroom window, met with Gucci glock in purse

Kicked in the do', shot him in his head, took his cheese and left him murked

I'm that **!

They say that I'm a cut throat, Gucci never cut **

Yea I'm a jack boy, known to run a ** sto'

Hang wit the thug boys, nicknamed the goon squad

First you gotta sign up, then ya get your goon card

**s scared to ** wit me, don't wanna serve me

Shop wit ya Wednesday, take from ya Thursday

Splurge wit my comrades, Gucci mane I'm hood rich

** kill for ya, if you just buy him a outfit

Think like a mob boss, move like warranty

Got a half a mill safe, just to keep the bills paid

Burn em with a hot fork, taser on his nut sacks

I ain't come to play, I came to find them big stacks