lirik lagu dstaxxx x mooski – stick up
[verse 1: d staxxx]
bro did it, f-ck it he gon’ beat the case like oj (he gon’ beat the case like oj)
only love my bruvas, i can’t do what a ho say ( i can’t do what a ho say)
running’ with the pacc and now the plug call me jose (now the plug call me jose)
remember drinkin’ nj, now we sipping ros`e (d-mn)
p-ssy -ss n-gga yous a fluke, always looking’ for the scoop, catch me posted with the troops (bangmob)
and they k!lled my bruva, now your homie is a dead talker (grahh grahh grahh)
caught him in the party and wonder who hold the headshot
only reason cruddy ain’t’ dead is cause’ the fed’s got him (this n-gga a pc man)
and your homeboy called 12 on him
25-life boy you better keep your legs strong (b-tch)
throwing b’s like you bloods n-gga getcho’ bread up (b-tch)
inna pen, n-ggas gon make you wear a red thong (b-tch)
man free all of my n-ggas that’s locked get your head up (yeah free rob free bo)
my b-tch left me for a f-ck n-gga, guess its bread up
guess she got tired cause’ i done f-cked too many ho’s
boy im in the streets, and if you ain’t real you gon’ get exposed (you gon get exposed)
like its trash day, pull up in them trucks, you get disposed
and it can be the reggie or loud, its getting sold (that sh-t getting sold)
my mans died, left my heart colder than a soda
they say my music crank, but i just need the right exposure
you say that you the sh-t, i guess that i’m a different odor
and how you sellin’ rocks but all my n-ggas pushing boulders
we trapping’ out the chrysler and you moving in toyota
you a snake, salamander, you the brother of a cobra (f-ckin snake -ss n-gga)
these b-tches on my line, i feel like casanova (d-mn)
and we don’t need a bed cuz’ i can f-ck you on the sofa (d-mn)
real sh-t my n-ggas nutty just like a granola (d-mn)
this that loud pacc you can smell from in the sofa
and these are real diamonds baby girl this ain’t zirconia
she don’t even like to smoke, i guess i turned her to a stoner
got the gl!ck up in my pant’s, baby girl this ain’t a b-n-r (this ain’t a b-n-r)
shawty just a crank she be gone like al capone (al capone)
and i ain’t gon’ hold her she a goer (she a goer)
my momma said that im too fast move slower (move slower
juwuan mason why you writing h-lla statements (why you writing’ nem bro?)
20 dead years all my blood brothers facin’
you said you a gangster, you a cigarette agent (grahh)
free bang, cuz they sent my bruva to a placement (free all my hittas man)
free bo too, he’ll f-ck around and blow you (yeah)
imma trap scholar ill f-ck around and roll you
n-gga’s got poles so we started toting poles too
n-gga said he scoring’, so imma score a goal too
surrounded by nothing’ but them camels and them drugs
and we the new cartel so them n-ggas f-ck with us
and we like to take sh-t, so dont put your trust in us
when we on a drill n-gga please don’t say my (?)
used to run the school, the teachers said that i was troubling’
now im sipping lean and i like that sh-t bubbly (boy i like that sh-t bubbly)
now she throw me work and so you know that imma double it
f-ck bein’ hot, we can shoot it out in public (grahh grahh grahh)
yo gang trap star this sh-t like a company
if you ain’t’ trapping with us we dont want your company
[verse 2: mooski]
b-tch i sell hard so dont ask me where the weed at
and yeah we robbed your mans h-ll nah can’t get his weed back
and imma cool n-gga my demeanor you can’t read that (yea)
feds ask me questions, h-ll nah dont get no feedback (nah)
hit the dice games, n-ggas askin for they cheese back (hah)
the way im getting money b-tches askin how you get that
yeah i got some money, rob yo n-gga just to get back (d-mn)
and when i was a young n-gga my momma had welfare
now i run it up on j street boy its h-ll there
free my n-gga rob and bo they in the cell
now i just got of the phone with lil’ bro he held the cell down
when we was homies, toting’ poles and blowin l’s down (p sh-t)
r.i.p. rudy, he been gone for a long time
when i lost him, felt like the streets was all mine
had to switch my ways up, had to get my bands up
then i lost stragg, you dont wanna get my mans up
now she throwin’ p’s, i ain’t tryna f-ck my chance up
im posted on the block, im just tryna get mans some
then im gonna run it up and then ill give my mans some, yeah
[outro: mooski}
yeah, run it up and give my mans some
give bangmob some man
do this sh-t for my guys and my family
only the guys, f-ck the opps
it dont mean nothing if you catch a body, go to jail, be a b-tch, washing n-ggas drawls and sh-t
that sh-t ain’t cool, that sh-t dont flock around my way
free all them real n-ggas doin real time
yeah, they tried having a n-gga in custody, n-ggas beat that sh-t
f-ck you talking bout
and n-gga, i ain’t even gon say his name, you know your name on that paperwork right?
so why the f-ck you actin cool for, n-gga yous a b-tch
and you know who im talking bout
and we on you
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