Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sticks With Me, artist - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Album song Top, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.09.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic, Never Broke Again
Song language: English
Sticks With Me |
Trap jumpin' like two, three |
I really can’t even think right now |
I want that Xan', but I ain’t got nothin' of that (Xan Walk) |
Shawty said she need me and I ain’t never needed her |
Not for anything and it don’t make sense to me |
All I ever need is 4KTrey and many men (Oh, oh, oh, oh) |
And all of this money and these motherfuckin' sticks with me |
Oh (Oh), oh (Shots fall), all these fuckin' shots with me |
(Ayy, DDawg, nigga, you know what it is with me) Hah |
Yeah, fuck these hoes, man, fuck all these niggas (Bitch ass nigga) |
You know how I get down on top, yeah |
Dirty ass nigga, pull up fresher than a newborn |
This shit just got compressed, yeah, this that new bomb |
Three-five, that’s all I could do for 'em |
Tried to take it, take off his arm, the first shot, that’s the alarm |
You gon' see 'bout twenty niggas right behind me and they all armed |
I go post up in that North like, nigga, I ain’t got no worries |
My momma tell me, «Fuck a nigga,"shoot that one who come through swervin' |
What she said on Instagram? |
He better shoot 'til he can’t shoot no more |
Back then outside the TV storm, like boy, you know you been a ho |
This thug life shit’ll never go, my son be screamin', «Gang, gang» |
His momma call my phone every time she know I left a stain |
Fuck these niggas and fuck all that blame |
Fuck these cars, I wan' collect your brain |
And if you knew how close I was, then bitch, you would go do the same |
Glocks out, man down, he don’t know, where we ran down |
What them niggas sayin' now? |
Not a motherfuckin' thing |
Catch you with your pants down, bitch, you ain’t gotta stand down |
You know the only reason that we came in contact for to leave a stain |
Ten thousand on me now, this ain’t no rap money, nah, nah |
I just passed it to my youngin', he gon' clap somethin', yeah, yeah |
You know we load up soon as we get the drop on 'em, pop out |
Just keep up with that ra-ra, we spinnin' while the cops out |
I pop these Blues Clues Xans like I’m a junky, I don’t give no fucks |
Better come correctly, bitch, you paid to slump me, I’ma put you up |
Fuck a push-up, get your weight up, I got my cake up, lil' nigga, yeah |
Got love for different shit, boy, you ain’t on nothin', let’s count some heads |
Ten thousand on me now, this ain’t no rap money, nah, nah |
I just passed it to my youngin', he gon' clap somethin', yeah, yeah |
You know we load up soon as we get the drop on 'em, pop out |
Just keep up with that ra-ra, we spinnin' while the cops out |
Keep it real, bro, we gotta make sure one out the gang |
If we don’t go there, then it don’t happen |
'Cause them niggas ain’t gon' come this way |
Baton Rouge, know it’s done this way |
And enough for what my momma say |
With that bitch up, down and side my waist |
Screamin', «Kill me, bitch,"I missed my fade |
Gotta put bird back inside that cage |
When you think the gang, I’m on the same |
And I put two of them bitches up for somethin', and still got more in vain |
I ain’t forget about what you did, my nigga |
Our opps don’t know about them pictures |
Nigga don’t know I coulda been and zipped him |
But it’s good, I respect your call, nigga, I’ma catch 'em |
Shawty said she need me and I ain’t never needed her |
Not for anything and it don’t make sense to me |
All I ever need is 4KTrey and many men |
And all of this money and these motherfuckin' sticks with me |
Oh, oh all these fuckin' shots with me |
Yeah, fuck these hoes, man, fuck all these niggas |
You know how I get down on top, yeah |