Lor Scoota - Stick Talk lyrics

Stick Talk G-Mix Imma stack this money up till it go rotten I don't f** with none of these n***as cuz I know the plottin b**hes lookin at my j**elry like she wanna touch it Tell these rap group n***as YBS comin We the real D-boys with the dope money I'm the only one eatin off of show money All These n***as say they eatin gotta show me somethin If you really gettin bands n***a go get you some j**elry I'll f** this cash up on designer fabrics I just was lookin at some Loubs like "I gotta have em" These some diesel jeans baby not no H&M's You see that H around my waist that mean it's Hermes Louie keychain and a pair of Cartiers Told this b**h I'm half Italian just got n***a hair Just a hair pin on the trigger bet not even dare All it take is one tap and 50 come outta there All that stuntin, boy n***as goin get you outta there Hope your street cred is as official as you say it is It ain't no refs to blow the whistle out here in the field I'm Still in the trenches, don't like how the county feel Unless I'm with a b**h ducked off somewhere up in the hills She look so innocent, a foreign b**h behind the wheel She love that trap sh**, all she bump is trap sh** She with all that roll up the blunt and hold my strap sh** Yeah this that f** ya b**h talk, we be talkin grams too I done got my dick s**ed, while I'm hittin sales too Got so many stories bout on the block Never seen your hoe a** on no block Bought a case of Dousse just to give it to the ladies Me and Ronnie sippin Dousse n***a standin on the table In the club I don't know you, stay the f** way from my table Got too many n***as waitin, beat ya a** till you disabled I been through a lot of s*uts, f**ed my past up Now I'm lookin at my future through the frames of my medusas Ridin round Bumpin Future word to Future I'm the future Put that pain in every song plus I be dressin so exclusive All the D-boys feel my music all the b**hes they be choosin You ain't got enough yet, the streets don't know me from no music You ain't hot enough yet, don't you come for me Stupid I ain't got no rap deal and I'm still gettin to it I ain't got no respect for most of these rappers My life was hard I had to overcome some challenges These rappers soft actin boogie on some f*ggy sh** Stick Talk I'm stickin to what den got me here Ask a n***a how he wanna carry it Stick Talk we got more sticks than a bird nest (x2)