Dj MasterDutch - Stick Season

Yo, yo, yo, yo, Check it,
Blunts get blown in the studio when we kick back
We kill tracks, I write raps and I spit that
I admit that he grabbed my strap like "Where yo clip at?"
Tryna check me, but I put holes in his bitch ass
And i'm a bandit; if I want it then ima get that
That means that if I take it, you fosho won't get yo shit back
You can get mad and ima laugh when you get upset
Because i'm known to talk my shit until I run outta breath
So
Let me go ahead and run that back
I keep a mask and a mac on my back in my backpack
Never back track, totin fat gats when I make moves
Shit why not? it pays cash when I break rules
I came through quick
Like cream that was made through bricks
I'm known to stick pricks, flip shit, and hit licks
Alone I drive up, seated with a nice pump
It's only one body and I ain't missing holding 9 slugs
I'm poppin out the cuts, swingin swords, and choppin victims
Kickin through the doors, found the target, hadda lynch em
Trippin quick, throwin a fist at a foe
Really tryna fade me cause his bitch is a hoe
Like fuck off me bro, i'll really push ya jaw back
Anytime that I was tested, outnumbered, I fought back
I ain't never been a rat, it just wasn't in me
My brother beat the snitch outta me when I was about three
Deep how we roll, when we ready to pop out
Fools get done and suckus runnin when my dogs out
I called out a jack and handed him three bags
He filled em up so fast that I ain't even need a ski mask
I flee fast, letting the heat pass when I hide out
Keep fuckin round and ima give you sum to cry about
Stompin many guys out, poking and pullin the eyes out
Whippin the knives out, you could fuck around and find out
My men are down, boots on the ground, runnin thru the town
You quick to get jacked, smacked and get blacked out
I puff the fat cloud, rocking a black hood
A backwood, burnin so nice that it got ya ass hooked
I ride with crooks, fly as fuck with the french braids
Known to take a pack and make some cash in the same day
If i ain't taking chains then i'm making a fair trade
The plays being made man we all gotta get paid

Written by:
Jaime Cerna

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