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stick up kid - lou deezi lyrics

[intro]
i’ma tell y’all a lil’ somethin’ that y’all probably thought y’all knew
s’posed to know before you speak, these n*ggas out here spreadin’ rumors
i ain’t mad at all of y’alls, now i’m tellin’ all the truth
to be honest, these funny comments, i’m glad i got sense of humor

[verse 1]
it’s like 2019, i was 14
n*ggas needed more cheese, couldn’t work in mickey d’s
me and my partner had play, we could eat with ease
two mcm bags and some packets, so easy, ain’t need no yeek

[chorus]
i was. . . and i’ma. . . and this sh*t. . . look, look, look (look)
and this just the beginning of my wrongs
listen close this the beginning of this song

[verse 2]
it’s two mcm bags, me and my friend could split a rack
just off of that
my bro like, where this lil’ n*gga at?
he takes that lil’ n*gga back
i’m like, brody, bro, relax, this ain’t my first finessin’ racks
we blowin’ this n*gga phone, he gon’ know that we dressed in black
gon’ know that we tryna last
gon’ know that we on his ass
i’m like, look, this n*gga hit me, let’s go, we don’t need no mask
he like, it’s green, i’m callin’ sis
she gon’ take us, wasn’t scared, you couldn’t make us
we were ever, the weather paid us
big sis pull up like, what’s up with this? is this the play cuz?
independent how we hit, you could get paid cut
now we on our way to hit, and i’m like, sis
wanna see this lil’ n*gga?
white boy, h*lla green, d*mn near bleed this lil’ n*gga
i ask to see his bag, then sis just leave the lil’ n*gga
i’m like, i wish i had a pole, i’m tryna freeze this lil’ n*gga
for the bag, my lil’ ass was really fiendin’, though, n*gga
look, passenger piece, sh*t, my buddy in the back of me
big sis behind the wheel, she ain’t built for this, she a athlete
thinkin’ to myself, she look nervous, them n*ggas askin’ me
kept it to myself, it’s too late, and risk where the baggage be
[chorus]
i’m . . . i’m a. . . and this sh*t, look, look, look
this is the beginning of my wrongs
listen, it’s the part y’all waitin’ on

[verse 3]
we keepin’ distance, but now we wait out his house
i got cash with me, so he think that we payin’ i’ll keep it out
if he playin’, we’ll pack him out i’m like, i’m knowin’ that he b*tchin’
he ain’t blowin’ if we strippin’ i played homie with lil’ homie, he don’t even know no bl!cky
big sis like, shh, i see him comin’ with the bag i’m like, be regular and put that pedal first, this sh*t be fast
rollin’ down her window, i’m like, how you been, bro?
tryna check the weed in both the bags, so i can spend more
he like, cool, but i’m gon’ need it back, i mean, we friends, though
i’m like, yup, he let everything in the load
i’m like, wait, you forgot a bag, gimme that one, i wanna hold it
my sis try to take off, and then her broker breaks off
cause the white boy jump through the window, it ain’t simple to shake dawg
at this moment, all i need is one pole
punch in the back of his head, just to get out and run toes
he swingin’ and i throw him, but little is n*ggas knowin’
his mom came out with a gun, fo i punched, she threaten to blow us
i’m like, this b*tch won’t leave me dead bout a bag i see her hat, it’s a confederate flag
she p*ssed herself, i know she ready to crash

[chorus]
but i was. . . and i’ma. . . and this sh*t. . . this sh*t, look, look
this is the beginning of my wrongs
one of them days, i learned to keep that b*tch on
[outro]
had to sit down till the police came [?]
(slap, slap, slap)

- lou deezi lyrics

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