Stick On Me – Lil Baby ft.Rylo Rodriguez

Cook that shit up Quay

Everywhere I go the stick on me
I can’t let a ni*** pick on me
Lil ni***, but I’m big homie
I can’t keep a ni*** bitch off me
I’ve been hearing niggas slick talking
F&N make ‘em back off me
Percocet got me moonwalking
Young ni*** tryna stay focused
Niggas play we gon’ lay ‘em down
Hit his block gon’ spray them rounds
Wyclef, it’s a man down
Pour the lean, wash the Xans down
In the loft breaking down pounds
First night she from out of town
Blood diamonds straight out the ground
So many hundreds I done lost count

Run it up on a daily
Bad bitches on me daily
My young ni*** go brazy
Lil Baby go crazy
Banana clip on the draco you know I’ll never let ‘em play me
Chains on me like Kunta Kinte, I’ll never let ‘em slave me
Young ni*** watch who you serve these niggas 12 like Brady
F*** a bitch like Bobby Brown, I’ll take it back to the 80’s
Rylo come from the 90’s
Cashing out on these diamonds
We’ll hold a ni*** hostage
If he don’t pay it’s a homi
I had to struggle in the projects, you ain’t seen the shit I seen
They say we promoting violence
Bodies dropping, murder scene
Could’ve went and bought Balenci’, but I spent it on the teeth
Don’t ask me do I got my glizzy, bitch you know that’s my ID

Everywhere I go the stick on me
I can’t let a ni*** pick on me
Lil ni***, but I’m big homie
I can’t keep a ni*** bitch off me
I’ve been hearing niggas slick talking
F&N make them back off me
Percocet got me moonwalking
Young ni*** tryna stay focused
Niggas play we gon’ lay ‘em down
Hit yourblock we gon’ spray them rounds
Wyclef, it’s a man down
Pour the lean, wash the Xans down
In the loft breaking down pounds
First night she from out of town
Blood diamonds straight out the ground
So many hundreds I done lost count

No my niggas never switch on me
Glock 40 with the dick on it
Hunnit round with the stick on it
Trigger finger got a itch on it
2-3 like a pair of J’s
I can’t settle for no minimum wage
We’ll set this bitch up in flames
Hide ya ni*** now don’t fuckin’ play
Interrogation I ain’t say shit
I’ll never write a statement
Poppin’ shit I’ma stay lit
Wipe a ni*** down for six bricks
Now we screaming out “Free Bricks”
All my niggas on that f*** shit
Made a mil’ out of kitchen cabinet
Codeine I’m on lean addict
Diss me we gon’ get atcha
Country boys we straight tax you
In Atlanta I’m a big factor
All these bitches tryna scream at me
AMG wit’ the kit on it
Killtec with the switch on it
Middle finger to my opponent
Screaming out who the f*** want it?

Everywhere I go the stick on me
I can’t let a ni*** pick on me
Lil ni***, but I’m big homie
I can’t keep a ni*** bitch off me
I’ve been hearing niggas slick talking
F&N make them back off me
Percocet got me moonwalking
Young ni*** tryna stay focused
Niggas play we gon’ lay ‘em down
Hit his block gon’ spray them rounds
Wyclef, it’s a man down
Pour the lean, wash the Xans down
In the loft breaking down pounds
First night she from out of town
Blood diamonds straight out the ground
So many hundreds I done lost count