Sticks (Poppin Drill) lyrics

[Intro: Yeat & Luisss]
I need my drugs, I need my love (We get high) (Fifteenhunnid)
b*tches pullin' up and they suck us up (Hey) (Yeah, what the f*ck going on, Maajins?)
Grah-grah-grah
I'm in that Tonka, baby, yeah, come show me love (Ooh)
Grah-grah-grah
I don't f*ck with nobody, lil' b*tch, I show you nothin' (Show you nothin')
Grah-grah-grah

[Chorus: Luisss & Yeat]
Been gettin' money since I was like six (I ain't trustin' nobody, lil' b*tch, I keep a gun)
Bow block, I was totin' them sticks
I feel like Smith 'cause I will shoot sh*t (If a problem come up (Yeah), you know I'm not gon' run)
She say that she like when I put a lil' wrist
She like when I hop on the beats like this (Feel like Osama to us 'cause we blow up like a bomb)
We f*ck, she be like, "Sample this"
I'm up in LA with Shaio, gettin' rich (Yеah, roll him like a filter, yeah, thеn smoke him like a bong)
I'm a [?], I feel like Jay Critch
Hollow tips going though this man's body (I need my drugs, I need my love)
Knocked his cap, I ain't talkin' 'bout Bobby
n*ggas be stuck in the box like Roddy (b*tches pullin' up and they suck us up)
Shaio call me for the hits, then copy
Thirty-three up in the clip, no Scottie (I'm in that Tonka, baby, yeah, come show me love)
n*ggas be bots, call SoLLUMINATI
Yo' girl hit my DM, I feel like Yo Gotti (I don't f*ck with nobody, lil' b*tch, I show you nothin')
Block got a Whole Lotta Red, like Carti
[Interlude]
Grah, grah-grah-grah
Bro, who the f*ck turned the beat off
Bring this sh*t back

[Verse: Luisss & Yeat]
In the trap like Rihanna, b*tch, I'm movin' work (I need my drugs, I need my love)
Sampled Yeat so my money gon' twerk
If a girl tryna play with me, I call up Perc (b*tches pullin' up and they suck us up)
Leave a opp in the grave, in the dirt
She don't want your heart, she want a purse (I'm in that Tonka, baby, yeah, come show me love)
Countin' blue hunnids, I feel like a Smurf
Go on Instagram live and I see the opps lurk
Feel like NAV and Trav', yeah, I'm up in a Turks (Fah-fah)

[Chorus: Luisss & Yeat]
Been gettin' money since I was like six (I ain't trustin' nobody, lil' b*tch, I keep a gun)
Bow block, I was totin' them sticks
I feel like Smith 'cause I will shoot sh*t (If a problem come up (Yeah), you know I'm not gon' run)
She say that she like when I put a lil' wrist
She like when I hop on the beats like this (Feel like Osama to us 'cause we blow up like a bomb)
We f*ck, she be like, "Sample this"
I'm up in LA with Shaio, gettin' rich (Yeah, roll him like a filter, yeah, then smoke him like a bong)
I'm a [?], I feel like Jay Critch
Hollow tips going though this man's body (I need my drugs, I need my love)
Knocked his cap, I ain't talkin' 'bout Bobby
n*ggas be stuck in the box like Roddy (b*tches pullin' up and they suck us up)
Shaio call me for the hits, then copy
Thirty-three up in the clip, no Scottie (I'm in that Tonka, baby, yeah, come show me love)
n*ggas be bots, call Solluminati
Yo' girl hit my DM, I feel like Yo Gotti i>(I don't f*ck with nobody, lil' b*tch, I show you nothin')
Block got whole lotta red, like Carti (What)
[Outro: Yeat]
I need my drugs, I need my love
I need my drugs, I need my love
I need my drugs, I need my love
b*tches pullin' up and they suck us up
I need my drugs, I need my love
b*tches pullin' up and they suck us up
I'm in that Tonka, baby, yeah, come show me love
I don't f*ck with nobody, lil' b*tch, I show you nothin'