Sticks & Stxnes - Gory

Ma was at the bank w baby mkeit momma cashin out I remember countin money all up in my ultrasound All these racks up in my pocket yea they poking out Never in the crowd I was born to just be standing out Got my stripes Adidas kicks Born wit Franklins like Aretha kid Never flexed and flauged I kept it real and imma stay legit Always been 100 since a youngin since I was lil git 1 Of 1 like fingerprints I'm filled wit cheese like pizza sticks Filled w cheese like pizza sticks Did I really say that shit Imma talk my shit So niggas know I really meant it then Should I charge for features then Cause my line been beepin man DMs filled wit features flirts and forex they all tweaking man Imma get to tweetin and givin niggas reasoning To run up bands and cheese again While killin another beat again Damn my flow so stupid I abuse it I got groupies All about the rack like a layup when ya hoopin And I can't waste my time cause my time is all I cherish The fems yea they love me that mean women out in Paris I'm hustling till I perish I need cherries on top of cherries I'm hustling till I perish I need cherries on top of cherries

Dick in her guts got her spitting up blood Pull the trigger on his face put his living to a stop Toxic like a drug in her veins and her lungs She addicting to the feeling and she can't give it up I can't fuck with artificial people you gone see my blade Pussy acting desperate wanna lesson imma teach him pain I got smith and Wessons but the south is where my bitch gone taste Lay her on the bed I grip her neck I watch her fade away Fade Fade Fade I watch her fade away Fade Fade Fade I watch her fade away Posted in the black coupe Now she say she past you Used to hate me now they praise bitch you past due My little bitch a killer grip the trigger point it at you Whole clip in your center split your body into halves too I don't think you wanna problem FN got a hundred hallows Profits postulate I got them Bitches stay begging don't want them Dick in her guts got her spitting up blood Pull the trigger on his face put his living to a stop Toxic like a drug in her veins and her lungs She addicting to the feeling and she can't give it up I can't fuck with artificial people you gone see my blade Pussy acting desperate wanna lesson imma teach him pain I got smith and Wessons but the south is where my bitch gone taste Lay her on the bed I grip her neck I watch her fade away Fade Fade Fade I watch her fade away Fade Fade Fade I watch her fade away