STICKS
Lyrics
I came out the sticks, was a joke boy
Motherfuckers tryna treat me like a broke boy
Running round, cold nights, losing hope boy
Why you always tryna mess with the dope boy?
And you looking at me like, oooh, who you?
Heard you talking all the shit like it’s too true
Turned out you a gold digger, who knew?
Now I’m left with the thoughts like, what to do?
I came out the sticks, was a joke boy
Motherfuckers tryna treat me like a broke boy
Running round, cold nights, losing hope boy
Why you always tryna mess with the dope boy?
And you looking at me like, oooh, who you?
Heard you talking all the shit like it’s too true
Turned out you a gold digger, who knew?
Now I’m left with my thoughts like, what to do?
(Aye, yeah)
Louis V- Louis Vuitton, yeah you know what I been on
I’m out living life, cause I know it ain’t long
til' a new life come along
I’m living it like, Ooooo
Millionaires every night, dude
Fuck with me I’m taking flight
Like, I be gone I’m out of sight, Oooo
Sorry baby gotta go (Woahh)
Motherfuckers never know though
Fuck a hater get the dough
Yo, Imma do this on my solo
Rocking Louis with the Polo
Smoking till I’m in the Ozone
Getting money by the boatload
Shorty want me I suppose so, oh no
Yeah, pull up I hop in the ride
Getcha thinking that I’m loaded (Yuh)
Everybody it’s a vibe
Getting money is a bonus (Yuh)
Don’t know what I wanna do (Ooo)
But I wanna do it right (Yuh)
On a mission coming through (Aye)
Finna move or Imma fight you
I smokin weed when I please
I smokin weed when I want (Yeah)
I got the bitch on her knees
We living LA Vida lo CA
I got the coke in my sneeze
And I be bleeding all over the place
Pack up and leave
I'm trynna nut all up in the face
I wanna bus, no pace (Yuh)
I wanna brush, no paste (Yuh)
I wanna cut to the chase (Yuh)
Why in the fuck is you wastin my time
All the time, in like different ways? (Yuh)
Big thangs, gotta move big change this way, and I-- (Yuh)
Don't make mistakes, hell nah
Fuck you think, is u playin? (Yuh yuh)
Motherfuckers tryna treat me like a broke boy
Running round, cold nights, losing hope boy
Why you always tryna mess with the dope boy?
And you looking at me like, oooh, who you?
Heard you talking all the shit like it’s too true
Turned out you a gold digger, who knew?
Now I’m left with the thoughts like, what to do?
I came out the sticks, was a joke boy
Motherfuckers tryna treat me like a broke boy
Running round, cold nights, losing hope boy
Why you always tryna mess with the dope boy?
And you looking at me like, oooh, who you?
Heard you talking all the shit like it’s too true
Turned out you a gold digger, who knew?
Now I’m left with my thoughts like, what to do?
Joke boy
Broke boy
Losin hope boy
Dope boy
Joke boy
Broke boy
Losin hope boy
Dope boy
I came out the sticks, was a joke boy
Motherfuckers tryna treat me like a broke boy
Running round, cold nights, losing hope boy
Why you always tryna mess with the dope boy?
And you looking at me like, oooh, who you?
Heard you talking all the shit like it’s too true
Turned out you a gold digger, who knew?
Now I’m left with the thoughts like, what to do?
I came out the sticks, was a joke boy
Motherfuckers tryna treat me like a broke boy
Running round, cold nights, losing hope boy
Why you always tryna mess with the dope boy?
And you looking at me like, oooh, who you?
Heard you talking all the shit like it’s too true
Turned out you a gold digger, who knew?
Now I’m left with my thoughts like, what to do?
(Aye, yeah)
Louis V- Louis Vuitton, yeah you know what I been on
I’m out living life, cause I know it ain’t long
til' a new life come along
I’m living it like, Ooooo
Millionaires every night, dude
Fuck with me I’m taking flight
Like, I be gone I’m out of sight, Oooo
Sorry baby gotta go (Woahh)
Motherfuckers never know though
Fuck a hater get the dough
Yo, Imma do this on my solo
Rocking Louis with the Polo
Smoking till I’m in the Ozone
Getting money by the boatload
Shorty want me I suppose so, oh no
Yeah, pull up I hop in the ride
Getcha thinking that I’m loaded (Yuh)
Everybody it’s a vibe
Getting money is a bonus (Yuh)
Don’t know what I wanna do (Ooo)
But I wanna do it right (Yuh)
On a mission coming through (Aye)
Finna move or Imma fight you
I smokin weed when I please
I smokin weed when I want (Yeah)
I got the bitch on her knees
We living LA Vida lo CA
I got the coke in my sneeze
And I be bleeding all over the place
Pack up and leave
I'm trynna nut all up in the face
I wanna bus, no pace (Yuh)
I wanna brush, no paste (Yuh)
I wanna cut to the chase (Yuh)
Why in the fuck is you wastin my time
All the time, in like different ways? (Yuh)
Big thangs, gotta move big change this way, and I-- (Yuh)
Don't make mistakes, hell nah
Fuck you think, is u playin? (Yuh yuh)
Motherfuckers tryna treat me like a broke boy
Running round, cold nights, losing hope boy
Why you always tryna mess with the dope boy?
And you looking at me like, oooh, who you?
Heard you talking all the shit like it’s too true
Turned out you a gold digger, who knew?
Now I’m left with the thoughts like, what to do?
I came out the sticks, was a joke boy
Motherfuckers tryna treat me like a broke boy
Running round, cold nights, losing hope boy
Why you always tryna mess with the dope boy?
And you looking at me like, oooh, who you?
Heard you talking all the shit like it’s too true
Turned out you a gold digger, who knew?
Now I’m left with my thoughts like, what to do?
Joke boy
Broke boy
Losin hope boy
Dope boy
Joke boy
Broke boy
Losin hope boy
Dope boy
Writer(s): Adam Barela, Eddie Hagopian, Reinor Dimac
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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