Lyrics Stick By My Side 2 - NLE Choppa

Stick By My Side 2

God as my witness, I just caught a bond\nI should probably wear a vest for all the stress I’m under\nBut shawty never scared 'cause she stick by my side\nAnd I stay with that stick by my side\nBitch, I’m rich 'til I die, yeah\nBitch, I’m rich 'til I die\nShawty never scared 'cause she stick by my side\nAnd I stay with that stick by my side, yeah (By my side)\nTired of fighting charges, swiping cards, yeah (Yeah, huh?)\nBitch, I’m rich 'til I die, yeah (Yeah)\nAyy, rich 'til the death of me\nI got this bitch on the left of me\nHope he dont think about touchin me (Grr, grr)\nI’ma send him up, wherever the Heavens be\nChoppa got as big as Heavy D, I caught a felony\nAnd I’m a felon, no jail and I’m bailin' niggas\nThey be tellin' on me (Niggas, they be tellin' on me)\nGive me a brick, I’ma sell it\nLike I was tryna build a house, just give me the key (Give me the key)\nI hit the block with a stick on my side\nWe in the Hellcat but we ain’t got tags (Skrr, skrr, skrr, grr)\nThis is\n, we got a beamer\nIt’s on my finger, I burnt up the Jag' (Ayy, I burnt up the Jag')\nYou think it’s a game? We make niggas lay\nLike that\n, I caught my case (I caught my case)\nLookin' for opps like a choppa (Grr)\nI seen 'em and drop 'em (Grr, grr, grr)\nGet the boy a grocery bag, nigga\nGod as my witness, I just caught a bond\n(Top Shotta, Top Shotta, Top Shotta, Top Shotta, Top Shotta, Top Shotta)\nI should probably wear a vest for all the stress I’m under\nBut shawty never scared 'cause she stick by my side\nAnd I stay with that stick by my side\nBitch, I’m rich 'til I—\nAyy, rich 'til the death of me\nI got this bitch on the left of me, nothin' to play with\nThey tell me your word is your bond\nBut I might catch a bond if I don’t say shit\nBitch, I’m baptized in the money\nJust tell them bitches, it’s stupid to cross me\nFirst they had me sittin' in a box and now we sittin' in them box seats\nWith the karats on me like it’s Easter\nThe stick by my side in the back of the Ghost\nThem bitch on my cell like crack on the coast\nIt’s nothin', I\nit like black on the toast\nThey never sleepin' on their right\nI got so tired of sleepin' on the right\nI might catch a split if I don’t bananas so fuck it, I ain’t goin' back,\nswear to—\nGod as my witness, I just caught a bond\nI should probably wear a vest for all the stress I’m under\nBut shawty never scared 'cause she stick by my side\nAnd I stay with that stick by my side\nBitch, I’m rich 'til I die, yeah