Sticked Up - YBN Nahmir

Every time that you see me, bitch I’m sticked up

Always got that stick tucked

Pussy nigga give it up

Ain’t worry about no bih'

'Cause that pussy, she gon' give it up

Don’t got to give her shit 'cause off rip

She gon' let me fuck

Swervin' in that new body

Drop top that new 'gatti

Feelin' like I’m John Gotti

'Cause I don’t fear nobody

I just got a new shawty

And I got her a new body

Burn off in that foreign, guess she hot, just like wasabi

Kicking off that flavor, kicking shit just like karate

I don’t need no handouts little boy, bitch my crew got me

Plug just called my phone with the drugs 10−4 copy

Diamonds skated on my wrist like a nigga playin' hockey

Cashed out in the mall, everyday is my payday

What’s that little gun?

Oh, that’s my mini AK, that Draco

Shoot a nigga in the face make 'em lay low

That chopper hold a hunnid K tho

Pull up on a nigga, let that gun go

Vraa-bang-bang like Tadoe

Who don’t want no beef?

Who don’t want no smoke?

My nigga super savage, they’ll kick a door

I flip that work, like I flip your ho

If she don’t do the team, then she gotta go

I got fame on my name, watch me do my thang

But let a nigga act tough, I’m blowing out his brain

Don’t make me pull up on your block, and snatch your fucking chain

'Cause I show up to your shit and treat you like a fucking lame

Bitch, you’se a motherfucking cornball

All ya Twitter beefin' niggas, we ignore ya’ll

Ya’ll some little ass boys, man ya’ll so small

I know your background, lil' bitch I’ll expose ya’ll

Draco bullets hit your whip

If you’re talking all that shit, my nigga Jay up in the cut

Clutchin' on that .45

Slide down to a nigga block, hit 'em with a fucking Glock

Bullets hit his fucking top, somebody grab a fucking mop

Deebo when a nigga shit, then I finna fuck his bitch

Jay calling my phone saying: «Bro, let’s go hit a lick»

I’mma go and grab a stick

Cock it then we finna dip

Kicking down the door

And aim a toolie at your daddy’s lip

Get into his fucking cash

Yes I gotta check a bag

I’m in first while you in last

I’m leaning, but I never crack

Put you in a body bag

Now I know your momma sad

'Cause I had done fuck you up

And I’m the reason why you had to pass

Niggas know, I’m not the one to be fucked with

AR-15 shots make a nigga duck quick (pa-pa-pa-pa)

All that Facebook talk and this gon' get you done quick (nigga)

I’m turning to a demon, when you put me in a fucking (in that what)

A nigga talking bodies, well let’s talk bodies (let's talk bodies)

You gon' end up your like your mans, if you go on and try me (you go and try me)

Nigga steady looking for me, you know where to find me (you know where to find

me, nigga)

Bitch I’m in the ham with a pole, nigga I ain’t hiding (I ain’t hiding)

Everywhere I go I got to keep a stick on me (a stick on me)

So if a nigga try me, light him like a Christmas tree (a Christmas tree)

My name popping, they be buzzin' like some fucking bees (skrr, skrr)

So I’mma slide down and bless your bitch like that bitch sneezed