Sticcs lyrics

[Intro]
Ha, yeah
Neighbor gang, yeah, yeah, ha
In this b*tch with my motherf*ckin' n*ggas
Clay, told 'em, hmm, hmm

[Chorus]
(Sticks, sticks) Thirty round mag (Sticks)
Fifty round drum (Sticks), quit playin' dumb (b*tch)
The M where I'm from (b*tch, word), the pinky and thumb (b*tch, that's how I'm movin')
I'm countin' up sums (b*tch), you live with your moms (b*tch)

[Verse]
My cousin Saddam (Word), he taught me how to create bombs (Boom)
I made the bread out of crumbs (Yeah), I did anything to feed my moms (Uh)
I'm smokin' gas out a bong (Gas), one hit of this sh*t'll f*ck up your lungs (Uh)
I f*ck a b*tch if she sprung, she want a n*gga on tip of her tongue (Woah, woah, woah)
Check out these diamond teeth (Shinin'), a-a-a-all of my jewelry, this sh*t is unique (Bling)
I might drop a duece for the piece, I just copped the coupe just to drive down the street (Skrt)
And you got a maximum, leased, got work but you taxin' your peeps
And I came a long way from McDonalds 'cause I was the one with the spatula, sheesh (Ha)

[Chorus]
(Sticks, sticks) Thirty round mag (Sticks)
Fifty round drum (Sticks), quit playin' dumb (b*tch)
The M where I'm from (b*tch, word), the pinky and thumb (b*tch, that's how I'm movin')
I'm countin' up sums (b*tch), you live with your moms (b*tch)
(St-st-sticks, sticks) Thirty round mag (Sticks)
Fifty round drum (Sticks), quit playin' dumb (b*tch)
The M where I'm from (b*tch, word), the pinky and thumb (b*tch, that's how I'm movin')
I'm countin' up sums (b*tch), you live with your moms (b*tch)