Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Not Stick You Part 2 , by - Capone-N-Noreaga. Release date: 23.07.2015
Song language: English
Not Stick You Part 2 |
| Who the fuck is that? |
| Ayo, pass my phone |
| Those bitches calling you now? |
| It ain’t no bitch. |
| No bitches even got my number |
| See I was wakin' up |
| Out of my sleep, holdin' my heat |
| Got a call from Khadafi sayin' «Call me back Papi» |
| I rushed to the bathroom to bust me a leak |
| Charged my phone for a second ‘cause I knew it was deep |
| I know Trag, and Trag ain’t afraid of no beef |
| But he fuck with bottom-feeders and them niggas is creeps (True) |
| Called him back, he ain’t answer, I got a little worried |
| Text messaged him quick, said «Call me back, hurry!» |
| I rolled a blunt and I tried to relax |
| This nigga put me on, gotta show him love, that’s facts |
| Phone rang, and I picked up, like «What up slime?» |
| Peace god, I’m in Miami, don’t take it in vain |
| On Biscayne with three Italian bitches goin' insane |
| I said god, no disrespect, while I’m smokin' this joint |
| But it’s late night, nigga gotta get to the point |
| Won’t make a long story longer, so I’ll cut to the chase |
| Fuckin' with the boss wife, the bitch showed me the safe |
| It ain’t a shock, I got some Haitian niggas out in Opa-Locka |
| And some goons up in Overtown, they’ll do it proper |
| But the thing is, they don’t wanna what they work for |
| They just wanna kill shit |
| Niggas never out of line, they just wanna kill shit |
| Real talk, real spit gorilla shit in my vibe |
| I g’ed her for the combination and I saw bout nine |
| I ain’t talkin', this is actual facts |
| Matter of fact, I’ma boomerang ‘Pone on this Jack |
| Aura |
| Ayo slime, what up man? |
| I’m boomeranging you, man, ‘cause I got off the phone |
| with the Deuce and all that. |
| (Aight, what he saying?) You know slime on this |
| good guy shit. |
| I got three bitches, I got three bangin' Italian bitches, nigga. |
| Look, we can bring this shit back, forward and all that, the aura’s gracious |
| One bitch is from Star Island, my nigga. |
| The other bitch? |
| She from |
| motherfuckin' Coconut Grove. |
| And the bitch I’m fuckin' wit', feel me, |
| she from motherfuckin' Golden Beach, son |
| This shit is poppin', my nigga (Whassup?!) |
| Word is born, I need you |
| Aight |
| Got some niggas in the Grove |
| Gun stay hot as the stove |
| My Little Haiti niggas out of control |
| All they need is a whereabout to air it out |
| Escape to the stash house in West Palm |
| Chill Mahdi, you know we do this best calm |
| Word to my left arm |
| You my right hand |
| We in it for life, fam |
| Just give me the address |
| My niggas right there in a white van |
| I spoke to Cadeuce |
| He was like, damn, slime caught up in a light jam |
| I be there in a minute |
| My mind zonin', thinkin' 'bout all of them stacks |
| Made a call to my had to give ‘em my facts |
| «Rich boss and my nigga fuckin' his wife |
| He know where the safe at |
| But yo, we gotta thug ‘em tonight |
| Here’s the game plan, she gonna let him know when his plane land |
| And text slime the code to the gate and the door |
| You could hide in the closet ‘cause the safe in the floor» |
| Fast forward ‘bout nine PM |
| He pulled up in a lime BM |
| Puffin' a Cuban cigar |
| Made his way to the boro and the door’s ajar |
| My nigga hopped out, threw the heat to his face |
| Said |
| «Me nah wan' hurt you, bwoy |
| Where the key to the safe?» |
| He gave it up quick |
| Lookin' at these niggas with dreads |
| Knowin' one false move they probably fill him with lead |
| Took the bread, hopped back in the whip |
| In about 45 minutes met the whole team back on the strip |
| Split the loot up — 85 racks apiece |
| We got it in, my niggas |
| Now let’s feast |