Drew Sweat - Sticks

Whole lotta sticks
Whole lotta bitches
She swallow my kids
I get a new bitch
Young rich niggas ballin like we old
Mind your fucking business you might get exposed

Roll up the swishers p
She hold on my dick
I roll up my sleeves
She down on her knees

Just caught a fat case
Don't fuck w the law
Just copped a fat case
I bought all them broads

I did it again
She brought all her friends
We out on a jet
Spent all my bands
I'd do it again

She give me them goosebumps
Whipping the brinks truck
Try to pursue us
Whole lotta bread
My pockets are fed
I lay them all out
Out on the bed
Turning the tables
She spin on my dick
The gravity changes
Now she looking thick
We poppin them bottles
That shit got no labels
Hitting the throttle
Now I'm seeing angels

Whole lotta sticks
Whole lotta bitches
She swallow my kids
I get a new bitch
Young rich niggas ballin like we old
Mind your fucking business you might get exposed

I carry the sticks
I fuck all them bitches
She swallow my kids
I get a new bitch
I get fenty for all my new hoes
One step closer you might get exposed

Written by:
Kieth Manaog, Yor Madrio

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