Dirty Sticks Lyrics

Brodie off a pill so he itchin jus to squeeze

1 shot 2 shot now mamas cryin on they knees

Shame that they died same place they used to be

Shame he gon die by the same hand that helped him eat

Hop right out the Johny wit them long ass sticks

But the vics was posted wit em think I hit the wrong bitch

Now we gotta spin again cause I hit the wrong click

He try get up off the ground smither buss his dome quick

Prayer to the lord cause he made it home quick

Heaven gates open seen me lurkin dat backdoor

Caught em wit a bitch I guess ain't kno she was a known whore

She gave the drop on bro, where he be even his lo

Fa what alil Prada bag, show er that you proud of er

Because you know she ain't got no dad

30 inna clip to many steps up in dis ladder

He was dissin onna dead tell the dead to come grab er

(Pssf pssf pssf) Watch Brodie make his top flatter

Put a switchy onna glizzy now the glizzy black and white

Gotta beam and a flash so you can not lack at night

Draymond wit the strap gotta have that 30 on my team

Don't approach me in all black might meet that curry from this beam

He mix the purple wit the yak he say it's blurry when he dream

And I know the city gonna dickeat me Ik Thts what they do

Erbody claiming gang trappin broad day too

But where was you when a baby pup had got up inna zoo

A baby boy lost his pops that why I do not fw chu

Ain't a toy

Ain't a toy this a Glock bop that triggy Let It Bang On You

The coochie left em stuck we toosi slide and make it sang on you

I know this jus a Johny but when we ride we make a banga too

Wen We Ride We Make A Banga too

I came frm enhailers now all I smoke is opps

Free big quis up out that jam hell naw ion fw cops

Dirty sticks inna van switch the slide wit a new top

And because I switch the color this bitch think I got two glocks

And because I got two brothers guaranteed she suckin cock

Guarantee she suckin cock

Lil bro got a wig I kno he rlly feel like jus cardi

We ain't get no invitation but we still slid to the party

Coi Leary told y'all niggas no more parties

Sent a bitch to come and gas ya head dressed jus like a Barbie

Gave yu top up inna bed while you was smokin on bob marley

Slid to this block drum line hit ya right artery

I think I'm gettin fat cause I got body on top of body

And if I'm dressed in black it's either robbery or a homi

Gotta Nike fit on even down to the skizzy

And I was creepin by the car it ain't no way he was gon see me

Green bean on his head make it look easy

Damn Quaddy

I Take his life inna breezy