Stety - Practice Lyrics

Really would not
Call it a comeback
More like a wave
I dipped and then came back
Running the game
They running my tape back
And you not dog
Unless we go way back
Really been fucked up
I need my bae back
Yall got me fucked up
I need my payback
Im Pouring like April
Then selling that May pack
Fuck bout a label
I just want that maybach
Sparking the Dutch
I tell her just lay back
Smacking her what
Tell that bitch play back
Why would he say that
Why would he say that
That shit is disgusting
Like why would he say that
I don't give fuck bitch
I'm running it up
Do it wit my team
Bitch we fucking it up
Sipping on the wak
That's in my cup
Lusty with these bitches
I don't fall in love
I don't fall in Love
Yeah I fall too much
Fall too the ground
Gotta get back up
Gonna Make my rounds
While she back that up
Yeah I talk my shit
But I back that up
Cracks gon fill
When the facts don't add up
Track gon kill
With the facts don't at us
Yeah
Thought they was slick
They thought that they had us
Ain't peep work bitch
Ain't seen the status
Back at world like
I'm running round the atlas
Coming at ya girl like
Like we headed for the mattress
Team stay thurl bitch
I'm preaching what we practice
Preaching what I practice
I'm Preaching what I practice
Preaching what I practice
Preaching what I practice
Cracks gon fill
When the facts don't add up
Track gon kill
With the facts don't at us
Yeah Thought they was slick
Yeah they thought that they had us
Ain't peep work bitch
Ain't seen the status
Back at world like
I'm running round the atlas
Coming at ya girl like
Like we headed for the mattress
Team stay thurl bitch
I'm preaching what we practice
Preaching what I practice
Preaching what I practice
Preaching what I practice
Preaching what I practice
You not the homie
You not the Brodie
Pull up to wawa
Go get me a hoagie
You faggets is fake
You cheesy bologna
Yall really don't know Me
You really don't know me
Hard in the paint
They don't know my last name
Heart like a saint
But I'm hard that methane
I got that gas
I got that propane
Up like my first
But ball like my last game
Pussys be talking
They talking that shit
Fuck it I'm flipping
I'm flipping the script
Sucking She ducking
I move on his bitch
Up into something
We move on his clique
Shooting my shot
Shoot at his bitch
Shoes in the box
Likes pills that she pop
Blues in the mix
Loosing my mind
Like in loosing my shit
Fuck bout god
Back on that Lucifer shit
Fuck all that loosing her shit
Something that crucia won't fix
Back in the mix
Back in the mix
Ain't had them blues in a minute
Ain't had that Luce in a minute
Hallucinogens in my genetics
Im back wit the city I'm repping
I'm back wit the shit they say stety
I'm back wit the shit and I'm ready
Back wit this shit they like how
What is you talking about
What is you talking about
Fuck wit the kid
See I'm around
Loosing my lid
Up in the clouds
She on my mind
Holding me down
Back to the fucking around
Dropping that weight
I'm dropping more pounds
Dropping my name
I'm dropping you clowns
Digging that hole
Like Six in the ground
Not going home
When six in a round
Me and my hoe
We sexing around
Riding that horse
Like merry go rounds
And Mary got packs
So Mary go round
Throwing it back
Passing that Mary around
Smoking that loud
Loudest In Town
Rebel in this bitch
And we don't fuck around

Really would not
Call it a comeback
More like a wave
I dipped and then came back
Running the game
They running my tape back
And you not dog
Unless we go way back
Really been fucked up
I need my bae back
Yall got me fucked up
I need my payback
Im Pouring like April
Then selling that May pack
Fuck bout a label
I just want that maybach
Sparking the Dutch
I tell her just lay back
Smacking her what
Tell that bitch play back
Why would he say that
Why would he say that
That shit is disgusting
Like why would he say that
I don't give fuck bitch
I'm running it up
Do it wit my team
Bitch we fucking it up
Sipping on the wak
That's in my cup
Lusty with these bitches
I don't fall in love
I don't fall in Love
Yeah I fall too much
Fall too the ground
Gotta get back up
Gonna Make my rounds
While she back that up
Yeah I talk my shit
But I back that up
Cracks gon fill
When the facts don't add up
Track gon kill
With the facts don't at us
Yeah
Thought they was slick
They thought that they had us
Ain't peep work bitch
Ain't seen the status
Back at world like
I'm running round the atlas
Coming at ya girl like
Like we headed for the mattress
Team stay thurl bitch
I'm preaching what we practice
Preaching what I practice
I'm Preaching what I practice
Preaching what I practice
Preaching what I practice
Cracks gon fill
When the facts don't add up
Track gon kill
With the facts don't at us
Yeah Thought they was slick
Yeah they thought that they had us
Ain't peep work bitch
Ain't seen the status
Back at world like
I'm running round the atlas
Coming at ya girl like
Like we headed for the mattress
Team stay thurl bitch
I'm preaching what we practice
Preaching what I practice
Preaching what I practice
Preaching what I practice
Preaching what I practice
You not the homie
You not the Brodie
Pull up to wawa
Go get me a hoagie
You faggets is fake
You cheesy bologna
Yall really don't know Me
You really don't know me
Hard in the paint
They don't know my last name
Heart like a saint
But I'm hard that methane
I got that gas
I got that propane
Up like my first
But ball like my last game
Pussys be talking
They talking that shit
Fuck it I'm flipping
I'm flipping the script
Sucking She ducking
I move on his bitch
Up into something
We move on his clique
Shooting my shot
Shoot at his bitch
Shoes in the box
Likes pills that she pop
Blues in the mix
Loosing my mind
Like in loosing my shit
Fuck bout god
Back on that Lucifer shit
Fuck all that loosing her shit
Something that crucia won't fix
Back in the mix
Back in the mix
Ain't had them blues in a minute
Ain't had that Luce in a minute
Hallucinogens in my genetics
Im back wit the city I'm repping
I'm back wit the shit they say stety
I'm back wit the shit and I'm ready
Back wit this shit they like how
What is you talking about
What is you talking about
Fuck wit the kid
See I'm around
Loosing my lid
Up in the clouds
She on my mind
Holding me down
Back to the fucking around
Dropping that weight
I'm dropping more pounds
Dropping my name
I'm dropping you clowns
Digging that hole
Like Six in the ground
Not going home
When six in a round
Me and my hoe
We sexing around
Riding that horse
Like merry go rounds
And Mary got packs
So Mary go round
Throwing it back
Passing that Mary around
Smoking that loud
Loudest In Town
Rebel in this bitch
And we don't fuck around