Bundle Of Sticks lyrics
by Dave Blunts
[Intro]
(Thanks Yakree)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
I really done ran up my dollars, I signed me a deal with Conor
I'm f*cking your b*tch from the back, and she told me she really don’t know her father
And she sucked my di*k so good, I'm like, "God damn, lil' b*tch you teeth-less"
And these n*ggas don’t want no smoke, I'm ready for war like General Grievous
[Chorus]
n*ggas hate on me because I really ran my bag up
f*cked a n*gga's b*tch, so that's the reason why he act up
Tell that n*gga Shuеy he should go and pick his mans up
I'm talking 'bout TwoThree 'cause he brokе, and he don't got a job
No, I’m not Will.i.am, but she suck my di*k like, "Oh my God"
And all my n*ggas they come from the bottom, but no, I’m not talking 'bout Patrick
And I was just stuck in Moline, I slept on the floor, ain’t have me a mattress
And I walked around with a bundle of sticks, so I guess you can say I'm a faggot
[Verse]
Turn my main b*tch to my side b*tch, and my side b*tch to my main
And my young n*ggas don't play around, they be steady looking for stains
Got a twenty-ounce in that laundry, I got dirty clothes in my cup
Got yo' main b*tch on her knees, like Meek Mill told her, "Get up" (Get up)
[Bridge]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
I really done ran up my dollars, I signed me a deal with Conor
I’m f*cking your b*tch from the back, and she told me she really don't know her father
And she sucked my di*k so good, I'm like, "God damn, lil' b*tch you teeth-less"
And these n*ggas don't want no smoke, I'm ready for war like General Grievous
[Chorus]
n*ggas hate on me because I really ran my bag up
f*cked a n*gga's b*tch, so that's the reason why he act up
Tell that n*gga Shuey he should go and pick his mans up
I'm talking 'bout TwoThree 'cause he broke, and he don't got a job
No, I'm not Will.i.am, but she suck my di*k like, "Oh my God"
And all my n*ggas they come from the bottom, but no, I'm not talking 'bout Patrick
And I was just stuck in Moline, I slept on the floor, ain't have me a mattress
And I walked around with a bundle of sticks, so I guess you can say I'm a faggot
[Outro]
(Get up)
(Get up)
(Get up)