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Dreamville - Stick (Lyrics) ft. JID, Kenny Mason, Sheck Wes & J. Cole Subscribe here: http://bit.ly/rapcitysub Follow us on Spotify: https://spoti.fi/2Oj93y1 Stream: http://dreamville.lnk.to/ddaymixtape ➥ Become a fan of Rap City: https://spoti.fi/2Oj93y1 http://www.soundcloud.com/rapcitysounds http://www.facebook.com/rapcitylife http://www.twitter.com/rapcity808 http://www.instagram.com/rapcitylife ➥ Follow Follow JID: http://instagram.com/jidsv http://twitter.com/jidsv http://facebook.com/jidsv http://jidsv.com #Dreamville #Stick #JID #KennyMason #SheckWes #JCole #Rapcity ➥ Lyrics: I got the time, ayy It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah Hahaha (Fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks) Oh, I know you n*ggas ain't see this comin' (On me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro) I mean, normally around this time, I'd ask if you was ready (Turn me the fuck up, bruh) But I know there's no way you n*ggas was ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK) [Chorus: Kenny Mason, Sheck Wes & JID] Stick, stick, stick (Bitch), stick (Boom, Gangsta) Stick, stick (Bitch), stick (Bitch), stick I got a new stick (Bitch), I got a new stick (Bitch, boom) [Refrain: Kenny Mason & JID] [Verse 1: JID & Kenny Mason] Hand on my dick and my hand on my gun One is for shootin' and one is for fun N*ggas trippin' off of 151 Black & Milds burnin' under the sun Black and brown kids young or they dumb? Sack a town, where your mom and them from? Gather 'round, run in all of your shit But what did you get? (New stick) [Verse 2: Kenny Mason] I say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck Run out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck One in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck One in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck Step a foot up on the yard and get struck Everyone I grew around was a thug Thought he was a shooter, thought he was tough Found his body coolin' out in the cut [Verse 3: JID & Kenny Mason] Shit, Fulton County, fifty cal' in the tuck Fuck around and shoot the cavalry up Bullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis We got calibers, categorized FN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize I got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick) So I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick) If I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick) Smell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride First time, second line, second time, bloodline Third time, even **** dyin', takin' one of mine I'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine Creepin' on the cracker tryna colonize Leave God out of this, JID [Chorus: Kenny Mason, Sheck Wes & JID] [Verse 4: Sheck Wes & Kenny Mason] Yeah, bitch, pull up proper (Bitch) Dance on the pussy, I salsa (Cha-cha) I am not from Earth (Hell nah), Sheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (Ooh, bitch) I heard you fell in love with that bitch (Bitch), Sheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (Ow) Sheck Wes, I'm a motherfuckin' monster (Yeah) I came out the water like a Loch Ness (Yeah) My n*ggas on the block with no options (No) They smokin' n*ggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba) I bought a new stick (Bitch), came with a new bitch (Bitch) Bought the ho new kicks (Walkin') Off the music, bitch, I got rich, left you n*ggas clueless (Ching-ching) Got a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (No) Nah, I don't wanna do shit Now, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant Hood girls and models all in these pageants You don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin' I ain't internet, these n*ggas been laggin' Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet Spit fire like an RAF pilot Steal a n*gga bitch, I feel like Aladdin Me and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (Stick) [Verse 5: J. Cole] Uh (Oh, shit) Pray for me, God's got a play for me Me and them are not standing adjacently (No way) Thirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly Bullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (Oh, shit) Good Lord has never forsaken me In God I trust, so I get money faithfully (Hahaha) Not just occasionally Got to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (Yeah) I know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me You crazy, you think you gon' take from me (Yeah) Not for extortin', treat problems like Orkin, I call up some n*ggas I know that's gon' spray for me (Woo, woo, woo, brrt) Speakin' in code case they tapin' me Let off the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacancy (Bah, bah, bah, bah) I'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically Reppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency They get to clutchin', you best get to duckin' like 6'7" n*ggas that's dunkin' for Oregon Money so long, if I start in the south and then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution, I know that God got his grace with me But I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a hike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me