Wit a Sticc lyrics

[Intro]
Idea coming for the 808

[Verse 1: $tupid Young]
Aye
Glizzy on my waist like a hip bone
Told my n*gga that he straight when he get home
The opps only good for making diss songs, the only thing I'm turnin' down is the street I live on
Sell a couple packs off the flip phone
Shoot a n*gga they ain't act like I ain't did sh*t wrong
Disrespectful lil n*gga, say i'm dead wrong cause if the opps gotta candle light its gettin' p*ssed on
You wanna gamble with yo life then n*gga bet it up
I heard a b*tch don't like them n*ggas have her set it up
Mix the body wit the K, we gon' wet it up
I rеally started from the ground but now i'm headеd up
To the toppy, she gon' suck it sloppy
Make her call me papi, then I bust her like a glocky
Nah I ain't c*cky, but can't nobody stop me
Snitch n*gga, b*tch n*gga, n*gga that is not me

[Chorus: $tupid Young]
I just bought a glizzy wit a stick
Runnin' through the city wit the crips
b*tch lookin' pretty wit them tits
Gucci or the or the Louis or the Fendi wit the drip
Aye
I just bought a glizzy wit a stick
Run-Runnin' through the city wit the crips
b*tch lookin' pretty wit them tits
Louis or the Gucci or the Fendi wit the drip
Aye
[Verse 2: $tupid Young]
Every time I rap n*gga I speak all facts
Like a uppercase letter n*gga you all cap
Aim for his ball cap, wartime, making the enemies wanna fall back
Look in the mirror, I feel like the chosen one
Tiger Woods wit a pole, tryna put a hole in one
He never slide, but only cry when his homie gone
Them n*ggas hard to find, they rare like a pokémon
Came with my gang
I don't bang for the fame
Can't hang with them lames
Can't change for no change
Stay wit a thang and I aim for the brain
You ain't the same, can't complain
n*gga stay in yo lane
And everything I do is all for the bread
f*ck a bad b*tch then kick her right off of the bed
Still screamin' long live dirt
If I catch that n*gga *censored* then its off with his head

[Chorus: $tupid Young]
I just bought a glizzy wit a stick
Runnin' through the city wit the crips
b*tch lookin' pretty wit them tits
Gucci or the or the Louis or the Fendi wit the drip
Aye
I just bought a glizzy wit a stick
Run-Runnin' through the city wit the crips(gang, gang)
b*tch lookin' pretty wit them tits
Louis or the Gucci or the Fendi wit the drip
[Verse 3: Tee Grizzly]
Tell mac bring my money back this drank hit
Vv's on my neck, my n*ggas got the same sh*t
Tryna stuff eighty in my pocket this sh*t can't fit
Call my Asian crips, them n*gga do same day hits
I just landed in LA hit up my n*gga young
We got bands, and like a band, I stay wit a drum
I can buy what you got on, but I ah take yo sh*t(give me that)
Call bro, I need a Draco, he got navy sticks
I hit a n*gga city, get a room and a rental, find out where he be
Pokin', throw a hundred out the window
I got n*ggas in the feds, all they paperwork official
Told yo b*tch stop screamin' they gon' think I'm tryna kill you
Shut up, two-tone rollie, 100k it's on me(on me)
This b*tch a hood trophy, my b*tch a good trophy
Lost the police in that cat brody, you should of saw me
Them b*tches prolly still wishin' that they could've caught me
n*gga

[Chorus: $tupid Young]
I just bought a glizzy wit a stick
Runnin' through the city wit the crips
b*tch lookin' pretty wit them tits
Gucci or the or the Louis or the Fendi wit the drip
Aye
I just bought a glizzy wit a stick
Run-Runnin' through the city wit the crips
b*tch lookin' pretty wit them tits
Louis or the Gucci or the Fendi wit the drip
Aye