Sticky Business lyrics

[Intro: Baby Kia & BFB Da Packman]
Y'ello, y'ello, hahaha
Y'ello
Let's get right, Caasi
(I'm so proud of you, Caasi)
Know what the f*ck goin' on
He can't run if he wanted to (Yeah)

[Chorus: BFB Da Packman]
Ayy, I'm a solid n*gga (Yeah), I don't do sticky business
Bought my bae a Birkin just so I can hide the blicky in it (Boom)
Gettin' money with the Palestinians, I'm sick of n*ggas (Yeah)
Run up on me wrong, you gon' get hit with the duh-duh-duh-duh (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
I'ma get to flashin'
n*ggas don't respect you 'til you out here puttin' belt to asses (Yeah)
Doin' one-fifty in the 'Cat, n*gga almost crashed it (Skrrt)
Ridin' with a ghetto bougie b*tch who let me flip her taxes

[Verse 1: Baby Kia]
Haha, wow, she let mе flip her taxes
I'm in the Maybach truck with thirty, I'm still droppin' ashеs
Corey jump out the Vue with a Drac', better move, we don't give out passes
Better ask lil' bro, he was just in the way, he got grazed, now he wear glasses
He died, we don't know what happened
Pull up Kia Soul and get active
He keep tryna hide behind that ho, it's okay, I'ma kidnap your papa
b*tch, I'm outside, me and my pole solo without no smacker
The other day, upped Drac' on bro, forgot I was a rapper
[Chorus: BFB Da Packman]
Ayy, I'm a solid n*gga (Yeah), I don't do sticky business
Bought my bae a Birkin just so I can hide the blicky in it (Boom)
Gettin' money with the Palestinians, I'm sick of n*ggas (Yeah)
Run up on me wrong, you gon' get hit with the duh-duh-duh-duh (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
I'ma get to flashin'
n*ggas don't respect you 'til you out here puttin' belt to asses (Yeah)
Doin' one-fifty in the 'Cat, n*gga almost crashed it (Skrrt)
Ridin' with a ghetto bougie b*tch who let me flip her taxes

[Verse 2: BFB Da Packman]
Hmm-hmm, y'ello (Boom), I'm in Cleveland sellin' topside (Top)
Wock'll turn a yellow Fanta redder than a stop sign (Wock')
Toxic 'cause I only f*ck with hoes that give me thot vibes (Woo)
My brother daddy used to beat my mama, then his pops died (Y'ello, boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
Hmm, it was a clean murder
In Michigan, we don't go to doctor visits, we just drink Vernors (Yeah)
Baby Kia, Babyfxce, and Pack left the beat murdered (Yeah)
Put that fire on a n*gga ass like a seat burner (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
While we at it, b*tch, free Thug
My ex left me, now she walkin' 'round with some beat Uggs (Y'ello)
Potty-mouth Pack, not for my hygiene, b*tch, I drink mud (Y'ello)
Get a n*gga whacked while I'm chillin', gettin' my feet done

[Chorus: BFB Da Packman & Babyfxce E]
Ayy, I'm a solid n*gga (Yeah), I don't do sticky business
Bought my bae a Birkin just so I can hide the blicky in it (Boom)
Gettin' money with the Palestinians, I'm sick of n*ggas (Yeah)
Run up on me wrong, you gon' get hit with the duh-duh-duh-duh (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
I'ma get to flashin'
n*ggas don't respect you 'til you out here puttin' belt to asses (Yeah)
Doin' one-fifty in the 'Cat, n*gga almost crashed it (Yeah, skrrt)
Ridin' with a ghetto bougie b*tch who let me flip her taxes (b*tch)
[Verse 3: Babyfxce E]
He swear he got a trigger finger, let's see who sh*t the fastest
He posted his ho and now she gone, we turned his b*tch to magic
Thought I was finna slide down in the 'Cat, I pushed up in the Caddy
Just caught a n*gga lackin', I was so happy, feel like I touched the Grammys
Don't do that cliquin' up sh*t, n*gga, I only trust the family
My b*tch bougie and she fancy, all her cups is Stanleys
Huh, and I be pourin' drank in 'em
If it's up, I'll let you know, bro, it's too hard to fake with n*ggas, huh
Thirty in my pocket, look like I got a stapler in it
If I pull up on the side, you better hope I'm racin' with you
ARP got guiders, that b*tch really taper n*ggas
He crashin' out 'bout hoes like we ain't already break them b*tches (b*tch)

[Chorus: BFB Da Packman]
Ayy, I'm a solid n*gga (Yeah), I don't do sticky business
Bought my bae a Birkin just so I can hide the blicky in it (Boom)
Gettin' money with the Palestinians, I'm sick of n*ggas (Yeah)
Run up on me wrong, you gon' get hit with the duh-duh-duh-duh (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
I'ma get to flashin'
n*ggas don't respect you 'til you out here puttin' belt to asses (Yeah)
Doin' one-fifty in the 'Cat, n*gga almost crashed it (Skrrt)
Ridin' with a ghetto bougie b*tch who let me flip her taxes

[Outro: BFB Da Packman]
Ridin' with a ghetto bougie b*tch who let me flip her taxes
n*ggas don't respect you 'til you out here puttin' belt to asses