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sticks & chops - trdee lyrics

[intro]
(jxckk just want a drink)

[chorus: trdee]
we got sticks and chops, we ain’t with veeze, but this is not a drill
finna drop another chain and pop out like i signed a deal
had to get it out the mud, don’t know n0body with a wheel
he be actin’ like a demon only when he off a pill

[verse 1: trdee]
i be somewhere outer sp*ce you never been
don’t even bring them b*tches ’round if you ain’t pullin’ up with tens
man, them n*ggas in the dirt, that’s why he ain’t got no friends
when we heard they threw a party, knew we had to ruin plans
they like, “d*mn, you talkin’ spicy, who the f*ck done p*ssed you off?”
you be foldin’ under pressure, p*ssy boy, like jared goff
man, i put some money on him, see him out, he might get smacked
don’t be speakin’ on my name if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout some facts
ain’t no way in h*ll you catchin’ me, lil’ baby, this a ‘cat
b*tch’ll probably jump right out her panties, show her ass a rack
unky really platinum in the kitchen, swear he need a plaque
had to call my shooter, he be on the block just like he shaq
competition, where it’s at? we runnin’ laps around you boys
we done got us a new site and punches hittin’ just like floyd
what you know about the vpn and trappin’ off the ‘droid?
you be doin’ all that yappin’, b*tches make a lot of noise
i be ballin’ just like bow wow, i was feelin’ just like mike
you should know that glocky, and should know that i’m not gon’ fight
your b*tch probably see this ice and wanna f*ck me right on sight
turn around, you see the x*man, virgil hit me with a strike
at the nino playin’ black jack, told the dealer hit me
you can’t call yourself a scammer, you ain’t swipe a giffie
man, we might send a couple shots, we tryna leave him tipsy
b*tch, i can put you on the team and now you ballin’ with me
ayy, i can see the future, n*ggas runs ain’t lastin’ long
i’m sorry i be coughin’, it’s because i’m smokin’ strong
you wanna throw some cash, we could go an hour long
be talkin’ down to hoes, p*ssy boy, you know you wrong
if i pull up with them sticks, you know it’s not a drill
n*ggas faker than the movies, talkin’ ’bout they real
man, i might f*ck around and disappear, i get a mill’
rainy days don’t last forever, i know how it feel
[chorus: trdee]
we got sticks and chops, we ain’t with veeze, but this is not a drill
finna drop another chain and pop out like i signed a deal
had to get it out the mud, don’t know n0body with a wheel
he be actin’ like a demon only when he off a pill (lame)

[verse 2: homealone drock]
i know n*ggas feel some type of way about the kid
they like, “he do what he want, say what he want, his racks got big”
i ain’t f*ck your b*tch on purpose, that was accident
when we got done, i vanished on a b*tch, pulled a magic trick
[?] knot and my needles, i could barely manage it
bags in and out the house, what you sellin’? my biz
i’ma reup three more times, i f*ck around, go cash a benz
or probably now, play around with sh*t you can’t imagine yet
i come from a block where n*ggas make the demandin’ threats (who that?)
[?] outside [?] with chops ’cause we not havin’ that (uh*huh)
brother just got took, he gone for life, don’t panic yet (don’t worry about it)
i’ma get some m’s up here and get my brother back
what you doin’ with your time, that say a lot about you (crazy)
i got two, three b*tches crawlin’, i got plugs tryna find me
i got smoked with n*ggas i ain’t never seen, fake problems
up a t, let the fully talk, no probably

- trdee lyrics

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