Homie Gang UFO - STICK

Ouh, Foe you just went brazy on em
And the choppa like
Fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fickity fye, fickity fye, fickity fye, fye, fye, fye
Lately man my mind playin tricks on a nigga looking at my bitch like she getting thick on a nigga
You looking for your bitch, she getting dick from a nigga
I can't trust a soul, so I keep a stick on a nigga
Stick on a nigga, stick on a nigga
Stick on a, stick on a, stick on a nigga (Look)
I been on a grind like a motherfucking stripper off the liquor, my lil waitress she gone fuck me when I tip her
I'm all about a dime like a couple fucking nickels, my lil bitch thick like a snicker
When I fuck I make it wiggle
Then, I licked her nipple
Then, I licked her middle
Shawty make me taste the rainbow, skittles
I been on the road getting head from her sister, her name Crystal fought her brother now, he begging for a pistol
Man you know how it go, you beat they ass they get a pistol
When he try to pull that pistol out, I'ma tell that nigga
And the choppa like
Fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fickity fye, fickity fye, fickity fye, fye, fye, fye
Lately man my mind playin tricks on a nigga looking at my bitch like she getting thick on a nigga
You looking for your bitch, she getting dick from a nigga
I can't trust a soul, so I keep a stick on a nigga
Stick on a nigga, stick on a nigga
Stick on a, stick on a, stick on a nigga (Look)
Niggas gonna hate, well tell them hate me for a reason, niggas scheming boy don't make me get at you just like I'm sneezing
I'm a demon in your house, eating your grits with extra season
I be fucking your bitch, when you call she acting like she cleaning
Pull up to your addy, with simi automaddy's
You will never, ever see me Lac, Caddy
Niggas gonna play til' they stop breathing, im the reason that they stealing
Look at this shit round my neck, bitch it's anemic
Bitch you seen it, we bringin out all the Mac's but we ain't Cheesing
He said he pulling up, well that give me a reason just to
Fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fickity fye, fickity fye, fickity fye, fye, fye, fye
Lately man my mind playin tricks on a nigga looking at my bitch like she getting thick on a nigga
You looking for your bitch, she getting dick from a nigga
I can't trust a soul, so I keep a stick on a nigga
Stick on a nigga, stick on a nigga
Stick on a, stick on a, stick on a nigga (Look)

Written by:
Quentin Mabry

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