Cap6ix - YEA WIT MY STICK

Gentle B
Aye, look, look, aye
Who finna clean out the block like that? Say who finna clean out the block
And who finna sweep out the block like that? My boy got a hundred some shots

If that nigga moved, then his body finna drop
And nah, I can't do that nigga, I can't fuck with opps
And nah, I can't do that nigga, I just bought a chop
Say one more thing and get hot

Spend on a nigga block like a..
Okay
Spend on a nigga block cause it's high
I've been selling crack, got my fuckin' rebox

I just bought a iced out fuckin' G-Shock
I don't need your time, baby, I don't need your clock
But bitch, I need a G-Lock, yeah, I need a Glock
With a fuckin' switch, with a fuckin' dick

When I see the opps, make sure that nigga hit
Make sure that nigga killed
Bitch, we doin' drills
Yeah, we runnin' shit

Yeah, we doin' blitz
Nigga talkin' shit, so he gettin' blitz
For all that talkin' shit, nigga, you get hit, bitch
I got money on my mind, money on my wrist

Money on my time, money on my bitch
Cause she lookin' fine
Money on my wrist, money ima shine, bitch
All a nigga took a perk, holy shit

Nigga took a perk, thought he was sick
Bitch, I don't give a fuck, I eat that Ruth's Chris
With my blick, nigga, yeah, with my stick
I don't give a fuck, they cannot search me in this bitch

Cause if they try to, they get hit with the blick
They might as well not try, bitch, it's gon' start a riot
I swear to God I'm sliding, nigga, hell yeah, I be run
I pull up on the club, shoot that bitch up

I pull up on the club, shoot it, everybody dying
I don't give a fuck, nigga, everybody dying
Everybody mama crying when them bullets flying
Hold on, hold on, hold on, nigga, wait a minute

Hell yeah, nigga, let me put some churchin' in it
I'll cook a nigga, ass just like some church's chicken
I got money in the back, bitch, you know I'ma spend it

Written by:
Javonte Carter

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