Big Homie Ant & SPACE - STICK UP

Still got a problem with a nigga that confusing
Fill up a chopper, pull the trigger, leave them oozing
Big guns, big bullets, body bag, ooh
Killed me a opposite and sipped, get to snoozing
Four in my soda, uncracked, that was proven
Big bro test if you slack then you're losing
Your life with this shit
Cause I swear we ain't moving
Road to the money, made a route with the music Hold up, yeah, hold up, nah, uh

Nah fuck that, this a stick up
Your hoe down south, giving dome until she hiccup
Married to the money, I won't hit another bitch up The bars on spice, I be fresh when I get on
I'm just tryna have a couple milli I can sit on
1.2 for the brand new McLaren
Bad bitch reserved my flight, name's Sharon
Ugh, they be like, sir, you don't even know if he got money like he claim
And I swear it's all good, that nigga ran off with the dough
But I promise that it's straight, whole family on look at in the hood
Got me mad so his niggas posted in the woods Machete, get the chopper, don't get it misunderstood
Still got the Glocks and the pans for the cookin
I was down bad, she ain't wanna give me nookie Nigga, you a rookie, if I'm on money, don't
be tryna play hooky
Breaking bad, breaking bones, nigga, I'm a
bookie
Ain't shit changed, still looking
Down for the count, nigga's pussy l
Out and about, don't push me
I be tryna tell folk I ain't for the bullshit
They can get a full clip, ooh
Chest shot, neck shot, face shot, ooh
Block hot, I'm hot, they not, ooh
Glock pop, what they say bout dude
He a real killer, yeah, ight that's my mood
Niggas ain't real,
Say you hang around a hundred motherfuckers
Yeah, I give a fuck how you feel
Round finna spill, can't believe I thought about signing a deal
We could do alone, time to run a mill
Space Invaders, nigga, yeah, mm, yeah

Big guns, big bullets, body bag, ooh
Killed me a opposite and sipped, get to snoozing
Four in my soda, uncracked, that was proven
Big bro test if you slack then you're losing
Your life with this shit
Cause I swear we ain't moving
Road to the money, made a route with the music

Hold up, yeah, hold up, hold up, yeah, bitch, yeah

Hold up, yeah, hold up, hold up, yeah, ah

Written by:
Deanthony Tutman

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