Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dirty Stick , by - GoonewRelease date: 08.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dirty Stick |
| Cha, cha, Goonrich |
| Cha, Homicide |
| Gang, Goonrich |
| Ridin' 'round in that Kompressor with my lil bro Good Intent, aye |
| What, what, what |
| Pull on the block with a dirty stick |
| Junkies, they comin' so I’m beatin' my wrist |
| Fuck on that ho and she suck the whole clique |
| blue tips, yeah, I shoot the whole clique |
| Shootin' that Draco with two hands, bitch |
| Dunkin' too much, had to fuck up my wrist |
| Ride in the foreign, you know that it’s tinted |
| I’m servin' my auntie, she makin' me dinner (hey, auntie) |
| Percs comin' in and I’m fuckin' a dentist |
| Live in the trap and I sleep in the kitchen |
| Still on the block with that 30 extension |
| Bitch I’m with lou, but he takin' your |
| Homicide gang comin' through with the fit |
| I got, flood out the dope in the kitchen |
| Double back gang, hit him up if I’m missin' |
| I got the best, you can flow, you can dig it |
| Switch it up, cook, they was stealin' my swag |
| Hatin' ass nigga tryna eat up the dab |
| Hundred round drum, I ain’t goin' out sad |
| OG, boy, told me how to beat up the pot |
| I’m fuckin' this bitch and I’m smackin' her around |
| I’m Goonrich, bitch, and, I stay with the cash |
| Fuck up this beat 'cause I got the best swag |
| Come in the trap, you can get you the bag |
| I ain’t from Atlanta, but I dip and I dab |
| I fuck on a ho and I’m robbin' her dad |
| I’m sippin' on Tech, you sippin' on swag |
| If you want smoke, make a left on the ave |
| I come in the club and I’m throwin' them bands |
| He wanted an ounce, but I gave him a half |
| I come in the trap and I’m doin' my dab |
| Homicide gang comin' through with the mag |
| Million dollar kid, totin' hollow tips |
| Chopper bust, sound like an adlib |
| Made the bitch slob, need a baby bib |
| Five cars parked at the new crib |
| New whip brown like a baby back smoked rib |
| Hit a bitch, put her in the Uber, that’s a roadkill |
| Coupe on 4 wheels, bitch off 4 pills |
| Iced out new grill |
| Uh, me and Jay Brown in the big wheel |
| Spendin' the band on your block, it’s a fish tail |
| Bitch, I’ll still do the windmill |
| I don’t fuck with 12, man, I don’t eat pig tails |
| Homicide Boys, leave the shit on your windsheild |
| Hop out the cut, Hoodrich got big steel |
| Luciano smoke, I ain’t here |
| Post in the trenches with my niggas all night for real |
| You ain’t talkin' money, shut the fuck up |
| I done fell in love with my bitch 'cause she stuck up, yeah |
| Nina Ross with me, gotta tuck up |
| In the trap with the bag, tryna get my bucks up, yeah |
| 4 ounces, gotta pour my Crush up |
| Money talk, bitch ass nigga need to hush up, yeah |
| Lil nigga got a nigga shook up |
| Lookin' for the kid, I advise you to look up, yeah |
| It ain’t no limit on money we spendin' daily, Master P got the hook up, yeah |
| We in the trap with some butt naked bitches and them bitches know how to cook |
| up, bitch |