sticky - nutso thugn lyrics
[chorus]
run down on his block with that stick, yeah (run down on his block, yeah)
run down on his block with that stick, yeah (run down on his block, yeah)
run down on his block with that stick, yeah (run down on his block, yeah)
run down on his block with that stick, yeah (run down on his block, yeah)
[verse 1]
thirty round in the clip, i’ma bust his ass (thirty round in the clip)
n*gga thought this sh*t was sweet, so i bust his ass (bust his ass)
yeah, i’m booling in the trenches with thirty mags (thirty mags)
yeah, that .45 on my hip make my pants sag (blatt, blatt)
i just f*cked a n*gga b*tch, yeah, that’s why he mad (why he mad)
i just robbed a n*gga, yeah, he can’t even get it back (f*ck n*gga)
i just swerved off on his block, you know that pistol black (f*ck n*gga)
n*gga talking all that rah*rah, but ain’t shoot back (but ain’t shoot back)
[chorus]
run down on his block with that stick, yeah (run down on his block, yeah)
run down on his block with that stick, yeah (run down on his block, yeah)
run down on his block with that stick, yeah (run down on his block, yeah)
run down on his block with that stick, yeah (run down on his block, yeah)
run down on his block with that stick, yeah (run down on his block, yeah)
run down on his block with that stick, yeah (run down on his block, yeah)
run down on his block with that stick, yeah (run down on his block, yeah)
run down on his block with that stick, yеah
[verse 2]
ar’s, dracos, glocks, and sticks (ar’s)
when we shoot, we nеver miss (never miss)
popped a n*gga in his sh*t (blatt, blatt)
just ’cause was popping sh*t (popping sh*t)
spin the block again and again (again and again)
that’s my blood, yeah, that’s my twin (that’s my twin)
pop that n*gga, five*seven fn (f&n)
hating*ass n*gga, don’t want me to win (yeah, yeah, blatt, blatt)
pull up with them sticks, yeah (blatt, blatt), you cannot escape, yeah (woah, woah)
pull up to the trenches, yeah (woah, woah), booling with the apes, yeah (apes, yeah)
b*tch, i’m bounty hunter, i’ll shred a n*gga face, yeah (blatt, blatt, blatt, shred a n*gga face, yeah)
draw down on that boy and i’m dumping with that drac’, yeah (dumping with that drac’, yeah)
[chorus]
run down on his block with that stick, yeah (run down on his block, yeah)
run down on his block with that stick, yeah (run down on his block, yeah)
run down on his block with that stick, yeah (run down on his block, yeah)
run down on his block with that stick, yeah (run down on his block, yeah)
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