Sticks lyrics

[Intro]
Neilaworld
Yeah

[Chorus]
That K gon' knock that boy right out his jeans
My b*tch bad and she rockin’ the Celine
I ride with the a stick, and I walk wit' a Glock 19 yeah
Tell me where you get hit, knock that boy right out his jeans yeah
b*tch I'm in the moshpit, you get punched, you get kicked, you get beat up
I ain’t worried 'bout sh*t, I'm just sittin' back kickin' my feet up
Give a f*ck 'bout a b*tch, never let a ho feel like I need her
Diamonds all on my wrist, my diamonds shine like the sun when you woke up

[Verse]
My diamonds white just like grits, my diamonds hit like the b*tch on Tomb Raider
I walk in that b*tch with a stick, you walked in the b*tch with a Glock it won't phase us
I got all these hoes on my di*k, and I got all these racks that's tucked in my blazer
I think I fell in love with my stick, I think I fell in love with my K, yeah, uh
I fell in love with my K, uh uh uh uh
I fell in love with my stick, uh
She fell in love with this di*k, uh
She fell in love with my fit, uh
She fell in love with my vibe, uh
I fell in love with her tits, uh
She fell in love with my ride, yeah
This a V-12 not a 6
I smoke yeah I get high as sh*t
With my b*tch and I’m off a G6, with my b*tch and we ’bout to go shopping yeah, I just Balenci her kicks
If a n*gga ever think about robbin' us, I hit his ass with this stick
I call up my gang, yeah, Opium, yeah we ’bout to go hit a lick
If you something better then show me something, these n*ggas be down on they di*k
These n*ggas they down on my clique, these n*ggas they down
Hell yeah, I fell in love with my sticks, fell in love with them pounds
Hell yeah, I fell in love with my K, it hold hundred rounds
Lil' boy you better watch what you say, 'cause you never got shot in the face
Yeah you don't know how this sh*t feel, when them 7.62s hit your grill
Like a soldier yeah I’m in the field, like a soldier yeah you can get killed
[Chorus]
That K gon' knock that boy right out his jeans
My b*tch bad and she rockin’ the Celine
I ride with the a stick, and I walk wit' a Glock 19 yeah
Tell me where you get hit, knock that boy right out his jeans yeah
b*tch I'm in the moshpit, you get punched, you get kicked, you get beat up
I ain’t worried 'bout sh*t, I'm just sittin' back kickin' my feet up
Give a f*ck 'bout a b*tch, never let a ho feel like I need her
Diamonds all on my wrist, my diamonds shine like the sun when you woke up