ฟังเพลงSticks With Me (Explicit)

Song: Sticks With Me

Artist: Youngboy Never Broke Again

Lyrics: Trapman TwoThree, WassamWop & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Composed: WassamWop & Trapman TwoThree

(Trap jumpin' like 23)

I really can't even think right now

I want a Xan', but I ain't got nothin' to drink (WassamWop)

Shawty say she need me and I ain't never needed her

Not for anything and that don't make sense to me

All I'll ever need is 4KTrey and many men

And all of this money and these motherfuckin' sticks with me

Oh, oh, all these fuckin' shots with me, hah, yeah (Free DDawg, nigga, you know what it is with me)

Fuck these hoes, man, fuck all these niggas

You know how I get down, Top, yeah

Dirty-ass nigga, pull up fresher than a newborn

This shit just got compressed, though, this that newborn

Three-five least I could do for 'em

Try to take it, take off his arm, the first shot, that's the alarm

You gon' see 'bout twenty niggas right behind me and they all armed

I go post up in that North like, nigga, I ain't got no worries

My mama tell me, "Fuck a nigga," she dare one to come through swervin'

What you said on Instagram? He better shoot 'til he can't shoot no more

Back then on side the CV store, like boy, you know you been a ho

This thug life shit'll never go, my son be screamin', "Gang, gang"

His mama call my phone every time she know I left a stain

Fuck these niggas and fuck all that playin'

Fuck these cars, I wan' collect your brain

And if you knew how close I was, then bitch, you would wan' do the same

Glocks out, man down, can't go nowhere we ran down

What them niggas sayin' now? Not a motherfuckin' thing

Catch you with your pants down, bitch, you ain't gotta stand now

You know the only reason that we came in contact for to leave a stain

Ten thousand on me now, this ain't no rap money, nah, nah

I just pass it to my youngin, he gon' clap somethin', yeah, yeah

You know we load up soon as we get the drop on 'em and we pop out

Just keep on with that ra-ra, we spinnin' while the cops out

I'm poppin' beaucoup Xans like I'm a junky, I don't give no fucks

Better come correctly, bitch, you paid to slump me, I'ma put you up

Fuck a push-up, get your weight up, I got my cake up, lil' nigga, yeah

Got love for different shit, boy, you ain't on nothin', let's count some heads

Ten thousand on me now, this ain't no rap money, nah, nah

I just pass it to my youngin, he gon' clap somethin', yeah, yeah

You know we load up soon as we get the drop on 'em and we pop out

Just keep on with that ra-ra, we spinnin' while the cops out

Keep it real, bro, we gotta make sure one die today

If we don't go there, nothin' gon' happen 'cause them niggas ain't gon' come this way

Baton Rouge, know it's dumb this way

In the North was where my mama stay

With that blick tucked down inside my waist

Screamin', "Kill me, bitch," I miss Lil Dave

They done put bro back inside that cage

When you think of gang, I'm on the same

I done put two of them bitches up, it's up, and still got more in vain

I ain't forget about what you did, my nigga

All the opps don't know about them pictures

Nigga don't know I could've been done zipped him

But it's good, I respect your call, my nigga, I'ma catch 'em

Shawty say she need me and I ain't never needed her

Not for anything and that don't make sense to me

All I'll ever need is 4KTrey and many men

And all of this money and these motherfuckin' sticks with me

Oh, oh, all these fuckin' shots with me, hah, yeah

Fuck these hoes, man, fuck all these niggas

You know how I get down, Top