Stick w/ Me! ##PMOK lyrics

[Intro]
(One and only)
Ayy, go, real Murda Worth sh*t (It real, that's why I hate all you n*ggas)
I ain't been on this in a minute, you know? (You ain't in the field, let's keep it real, that's why I hate all you n*ggas)
So I just like (Kele), go and talk my sh*t (Go, real Murda Worth sh*t, me and Kele, ayy, Kele)
I say, "You ain't double O, I'll up the score, send the hoes just to bait all them n*ggas" (Ayy, Kele, ayy, go, ayy, I say, go)

[Chorus]
I want all the smoke, he don't know, what that Drac' do to n*ggas
He won't drop the lo', don't wanna go, that's what that K do to n*ggas
He ain't double O, I'll up the score, send a ho just to bait all them n*ggas
He ain't in the field, lеt's keep it real, that's why I hate all you n*ggas
Slide through, shoot that b*tch up, thеn dip off like I'm on a time limit
I be on yo' side of town, just know I'm keeping my .9 with me
I only need fifty-two seconds to do my due diligence, takin' a life with me
n*ggas don't wanna get at it, they rather just internet fight with me

[Verse]
(b*tch, ayy)
n*ggas grown ass men, can't show me fifty
We got guns, got plenty (b*tch)
I'll .30 my Glock, I don't want me a .50 (No .50), it'll jam on a certain predicament (b*tch)
You see me in the club, I got my stick in it (Stick in it)
You see me in Gucci, I got my stick in it (I got my stick in it)
You see me in traffic, I got my stick in it (I got my stick in it)
Moral of the story, that b*tch is gon' stick with me (That b*tch is gon' stick with me)
It's me and Kele, we come with the chemistry (Chemistry)
Pull out a couple racks, n*ggas ain't feelin' me (Feelin' me)
She ate me up, they ain't my energy (Energy)
AMG truck got a pop from the Busy Bee (A pop from the Busy Bee)
n*ggas know they gettin' popped if they mention me (Mention me)
Lil' 30 hittin' the brain if you mention me (Mention me)
Lil Dee, he hittin' the brain if you mention me (Mention me)
I'm rich as f*ck, gettin' gang in the industry (Gettin' gang in the industry)
[Chorus]
I want all the smoke, he don't know, what that Drac' do to n*ggas
He won't drop the lo', don't wanna go, that's what that K do to n*ggas
He ain't double O, I'll up the score, send a ho just to bait all them n*ggas
He ain't in the field, let's keep it real, that's why I hate all you n*ggas
Slide through, shoot that b*tch up, then dip off like I'm on a time limit
I be on yo' side of town, just know I'm keeping my .9 with me
I only need fifty-two seconds to do my due diligence, takin' a life with me
n*ggas don't wanna get at it, they rather just internet fight with me

[Outro]
b*tch, ayy (One and only)
Show me fifty
We got guns, got plenty, b*tch
Want no .50, it jam on a certain predicament, b*tch (Kele)
Got my stick in it
I got my stick in it
I got my stick in it
That b*tch is gon' stick with me