Lyrics: Khari Hoard
Music: Juan Francisco Palmili
Haha, really on old shit
They got the rapper shit confused on stuff [?] on Granny
Yeah, they know, back then, 'cause like I really don't know why I'm talking about, that shit
Yeah, I really don't do that
I know they gon' tell
Them niggas be tellin' y'all, y'all won't
Aight, aight
Out here in the streets, but that nigga tellin' he already broke rule number one
I'm out on bond, still fightin' that fellony, that's why you don't see me post no guns
Please do not get this shit confused, pop out, know I got hella toys
Extortion gang, we takin' everything, come round, know we them boys
Ooh, shit, I got a brand new stick
Ooh, shit, I got a brand new stick
Ooh, shit, I got a brand new stick
Ooh, shit, I got a brand new stick
Ooh, shit, I got a brand new stick
My arms broken, can't get fixed
Fifteen for the bed, five for the shoes, they might not take a pic
Carti' on my wrist, three bustin' see through, this a skeleton
Nigga reach down, grab him by his arms, thought he was Heaven sent
Everyday ask Jesus for forgiveness, I committed hella sins
7.62 keep me company, bitch, I have zero friends
Jesus told me I wasn't gon' be shit bitch look what I became
Same niggas who came to class on time ain't got a ****in' thing
Shhh, **** school and **** that teacher
That nigga was not really in the field, he was on the bleachers
I trade bankrolls and for bodies, I get 'em for a feature
I get a nigga gone for six bars on bro, I feel like the reaper
Out here in the streets, but that nigga tellin' he already broke rule number one
I'm out on bond, still fightin' that fellony, that's why you don't see me post no guns
Please do not get this shit confused, pop out, know I got hella toys
Extortion gang, we takin' everything, come round, know we them boys
Ooh, shit, I got a brand new stick
Ooh, shit, I got a brand new stick
Ooh, shit, I got a brand new stick
Ooh, shit, I got a brand new stick