Stitches - J.J. Sanders

Boom boom!

Stitches!

Fuck around and get some stitches!

(Fuck around and get some!)

My nigga Steph Curry with the pistol

Cause that nigga won’t miss you!

(Cause that nigga won’t miss you!)

We on’t do the lip wrestling

Cause my niggas will hit you (Cause my niggas will hit you!)

If my tolerance was any worse, I’d make ya family miss you

I’d make ya family miss you (ooh-ooh-ooo!)

Stit, stit, stit, stitches!

(Stit, stit, stit, stitch nigga!)

Keep talking all that hot shit

And get popped in ya shit nigga!

Right up in yo uh, right up in yo uh, aye!

Put a band down on the hit nigga!

(Put a band down!)

Running round with monsters

On that Lilo and Stitch nigga!

All I know is mob rules

Because I’ll never switch nigga!

Loyalty’s all I know when it’s wartime

My niggas trained to go, so I hit the trench with em

I treat my niggas like my blood brothers

Before I snitch, I’ma hav to do the bid with em (Uh-huh!)

Lord knows I stand strong in my religion

If a nigga gt to tripping, he gone have to go and live with him (Yeah!)

I won’t feel no different

We’re all sinners, so no judging how I’m sinning

I’d say the same bout this money that I’m getting

But y’all really ain’t winning how I’m winning

I don’t know who you mistake me as

But I’m not the type of nigga that’ll spare your fucking feelings

Money can’t buy happiness

But I guarantee you I feel better than all you niggas that don’t get it!

(Hahaha!)

They grimy as ever

They’ll support the come up while they plotting on your downfall

A label wouldn’t have the guts to drop me!

I’m the one that make the damn calls

Everything I drop is Epic word to L.A. Reid

Might as well view the charts whenever I release

Watch my shit go up like do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do

Sit back and watch me glow!

(Ahh!)

Stitches!

Fuck around and get some stitches!

(Fuck around and get some!)

My nigga Steph Curry with the pistol

Cause that nigga won’t miss you!

(Cause that nigga won’t miss you!)

We on’t do the lip wrestling

Cause my niggas will hit you (Cause my niggas will hit you!)

If my tolerance was any worse, I’d make ya family miss you

I’d make ya family miss you (ooh-ooh-ooo!)

Stit, stit, stit, stitches!

(Stit, stit, stit, stitch nigga!)

Keep talking all that hot shit

And get popped in ya shit nigga!

Right up in yo uh, right up in yo uh, aye!

Put a band down on the hit nigga!

(Put a band down!)

Running round with monsters

On that Lilo and Stitch nigga!

(Niggas on the!)

Niggas on the net talking crazy (Talking crazy?!)

Must’ve forgot I can see your location (Pussy!)

Ain’t no talking it out because we’re past that (Past that!)

Tell your honor that I’ll take the probation (Probation!)

I could really give a fuck what it’s saying

But society has labeled me a lost cause (Like a lost cause!)

I ain’t gotta be a shooter, cause the niggas that I hang around

Carry 9's like a squad car (Lay yo ass down!)

Digression…

I hope nobody see me different

Cause I think I’m a cool nigga that’s about his business

Cause I’m only on the scene if the money getting fingerprinted (Uh!)

On 85 doing 90

Got a foreign in my passenger, I probably got my fingers in it!

(Uh!)

She let me see D’s for a CD

Her future look bright cause I just might’ve seen me in it!

I just might’ve seen me in it!

I just might’ve seen me in it!

On 85 doing 90

Got a foreign in my passenger, I probably got my fingers in it

She let me see D’s for a CD

Her future look bright cause I just might’ve seen me in it!

Twenty, twenty, twenty, 21st Holla At Us!