Stick Around lyrics

[Chorus: Trigga Playy]
Told baby to be coolin', stick around, it won't be long
Got some n*ggas in the cage and I also got some in the ground
When we f*ckin' in her stomach, keep on goin', she say, "I'm c*mmin'"
I been thuggin' on my own, they say it's money on my dome
Keep on losin' my right hand to the system, they want 'em gone
Told my n*gga keep his head up and just chill, it won't be long
I'd rather keep sayin' free him than rather see my n*gga gone
They be hatin', we on that droppa sh*t, we tryna get 'em gone
And my daddy locked up for some years, I swear that n*gga strong
We gon' make it out the hood, make sure I put my people on
Everybody on my table, we gon' eat it won't be alone
Smoke a [?] in this backwood, she asks what's my cologne

[Verse 1: Trigga Playy]
And I got diamonds in my mouth, when I open up she get chills
My lil nephew walk up on me, he said uncy shot for real
And my unc out here f*cked up, n*gga slipped him on some pills
n*ggas steady shootin' up houses, you n*ggas can't be for real
Opps steady callin' my Instagram, you n*ggas ain't for real
I know y'all n*ggas hate me, y'all hoes wan' have my baby
I be thinkin' to myself, like, "Trigga Playy mane why they hate you"
I be thinkin' to myself, like, "Trigga Playy mane why they hate you"

[Verse 2: JayDaYoungan]
Get to the bag, but I go through the most sh*t
Remember down bad on my ass when I was tryna scope sh*t
Was workin' with my last [?], then I had like 4 bricks
Was slidin' round in the slab, clutchin' back with 4 sticks
Free them members, b*tch you waitin' on that release date
Full of za, I'm high, b*tch I can't even f*ckin' see straight
In the trap, gettin off a pack, I'm on the way, but I might be late
[?] up with 28, drop your loca-, [?]
On that 23 sh*t, but I'm posted up with a .45
These b*tch n*ggas hatin, they ain't gon spray but I'mma blow mine
Chapo [?] the block, he out his time, he don't got no mind
b*tch you know how to find me, shootas behind me like a cosign
Get it in, from 10 to 10, we got the trap jumpin'
You tryna spin, I'mma tap in as soon as the pack come in
And f*ck around we sellin' dimes before this rap money
And I ain't lyin', b*tch I'mma slang this iron, f*ck who gon [?] for me
Slide with Trigga with a pistol in a Scat Pack
In the back in all black, clutchin' on drac, that's where Pap at
Tryna catch that lil n*gga with the fro, aim at his snap back
Hit him with them hollows, and knock that pus*y n*gga hat back
[Chorus: Trigga Playy]
Told baby to be coolin', stick around, it won't be long
Got some n*ggas in the cage and I also got some in the ground
When we f*ckin' in her stomach, keep on goin', she say, "I'm c*mmin'"
I been thuggin' on my own, they say it's money on my dome
Keep on losin' my right hand to the system, they want 'em gone
Told my n*gga keep his head up and just chill, it won't be long
I'd rather keep sayin' free him than rather see my n*gga gone
They be hatin', we on that droppa sh*t, we tryna get 'em gone
And my daddy locked up for some years, I swear that n*gga strong
We gon' make it out the hood, make sure I put my people on
Everybody on my table, we gon' eat it won't be alone
Smoke a [?] in this backwood, she asks what's my cologne