Twee Denali - Stickin' & Jiggin' Lyrics

You know all a nigga ever really wanted to do was make it to the top
You know what I'm talking bout
Slip... slide, slip, slide
Young nigga finna make it to the top top top
Gambling with yo life a getchu pop pop pop
Cash money shit, I'm talking gwap gwap gwap (Cash shit)
Y'all nigga fugazy need to stop stop stop (Boi I'm bout to cash it)
Middle finger to the cops
They always tryna terrorize a young nigga block (Fuck troll)
So what's happening
Why the fuck we beefing and we supposed to collabing
And queen, why you hide a nigga son from his daddy
See ima change the game and ima do the shit in fashion
Gold teeth grilling, vvs diamonds dancing (Bling blaow)
Move from the projects, straight to a mansion
Having cookouts, catwalks wit the banshee (Cook out)
Abundance coming in and this shit everlasting (Aye)
Real silverware in the house, no plastic (No plastic)
Mr. loverman call me mr. bombastic
Mr. bombastic
Hold the game hostage
Ian finish college, but I got the knowledge
We the trending topic
I'm feeling like a prophet
They calling me Mohammed, on a mission like a buddah (True)
Have you ever seen Jesus Christ wit the shootas (Bbbrrrtttt)
Bout my family ima buss a bih medulla
Hot boy shit but I'm cooler than a coolah
I said hot boy shit but I'm cooler than a coolah
Yeah (Stick, stick)
Ok I'm sticking and I'm jigging in this bih uh huh (Uh huh)
Sticking and I'm jigging in this bih uh huh (Uh huh)
Say I'm sticking and I'm jigging in this bih uh huh (Uh huh)
Slip slide, youn want nun
Say I'm sticking and I'm jigging in this bih uh huh (Uh huh)
Sticking and I'm jigging in this bih uh huh (Uh huh)
Say I'm sticking and I'm jigging in this bih uh huh (Uh huh)
Slip slide, youn want nun
Ok I'm right back bih in it like I never left
Too official, blow the whistle like a damn ref (Beep)
Lil bitch don't be blowing up my line
Cuz you see a nigga doing alright now
That's fasho (Aye)
I been in my bag tryna get a lil mo (Aye)
Do know what it feel like to be poor (Aye)
Nigga that right there for the birds
Ian going back to the hood, that's my word
Fuck negativity, bitch I need honesty
How you finna roll on a nigga and you under me
Hating ahh nigga cuz right where you wanna be (Fuck that)
Float like a butterfly, sting bumblebee (And I'll buss back)
Money over bitches not over loyalty
Snitches get stitches now I'm paying lawyer fees
You already know how it be, in these streets
Yo twee, why you do me like that (Like that)
Drop top coupe 2 bitches in the back (In the back)
Boff of em dark skin and that ass fat (Ass fat)
One got slugs, where they do that at (Where they do that at)
Bout to break my neck like who that that (Who that)
God is good, I'm like true that that (True that)
Gon head and do it like you riding on a stick (On that dick)
Poppin that pussy like a uzi with the cooling kit (Bbbrrrtttt)
Damn I love me a bitch that's lit (That's lit)
She gon spend them bands give af bout who you wit
Cash in the air, I'm going stupid like a lunatic
Bring the dranks in, going dumb on the henn (Hen dawg)
Sorry mrs Jackson I did it again (Again dawg)
Spin a nigga block and I'll spin it again (Again dawg)
She a salty lil bitch cuz I'm hitting herfriend (Haha)
And I'll hit it again
Ok I'm sticking and I'm jigging in this bih uh huh (Uh huh)
Sticking and I'm jigging in this bih uh huh (Uh huh)
Say I'm sticking and I'm jigging in this bih uh huh (Uh huh)
Slip slide, youn want nun
Say I'm sticking and I'm jigging in this bih uh huh (Uh huh)
Sticking and I'm jigging in this bih uh huh (Uh huh)
Say I'm sticking and I'm jigging in this bih uh huh (Uh huh)
Slip slide, youn want nun (Stick, stick, stick, stick... stick, aye)

You know all a nigga ever really wanted to do was make it to the top
You know what I'm talking bout
Slip... slide, slip, slide
Young nigga finna make it to the top top top
Gambling with yo life a getchu pop pop pop
Cash money shit, I'm talking gwap gwap gwap (Cash shit)
Y'all nigga fugazy need to stop stop stop (Boi I'm bout to cash it)
Middle finger to the cops
They always tryna terrorize a young nigga block (Fuck troll)
So what's happening
Why the fuck we beefing and we supposed to collabing
And queen, why you hide a nigga son from his daddy
See ima change the game and ima do the shit in fashion
Gold teeth grilling, vvs diamonds dancing (Bling blaow)
Move from the projects, straight to a mansion
Having cookouts, catwalks wit the banshee (Cook out)
Abundance coming in and this shit everlasting (Aye)
Real silverware in the house, no plastic (No plastic)
Mr. loverman call me mr. bombastic
Mr. bombastic
Hold the game hostage
Ian finish college, but I got the knowledge
We the trending topic
I'm feeling like a prophet
They calling me Mohammed, on a mission like a buddah (True)
Have you ever seen Jesus Christ wit the shootas (Bbbrrrtttt)
Bout my family ima buss a bih medulla
Hot boy shit but I'm cooler than a coolah
I said hot boy shit but I'm cooler than a coolah
Yeah (Stick, stick)
Ok I'm sticking and I'm jigging in this bih uh huh (Uh huh)
Sticking and I'm jigging in this bih uh huh (Uh huh)
Say I'm sticking and I'm jigging in this bih uh huh (Uh huh)
Slip slide, youn want nun
Say I'm sticking and I'm jigging in this bih uh huh (Uh huh)
Sticking and I'm jigging in this bih uh huh (Uh huh)
Say I'm sticking and I'm jigging in this bih uh huh (Uh huh)
Slip slide, youn want nun
Ok I'm right back bih in it like I never left
Too official, blow the whistle like a damn ref (Beep)
Lil bitch don't be blowing up my line
Cuz you see a nigga doing alright now
That's fasho (Aye)
I been in my bag tryna get a lil mo (Aye)
Do know what it feel like to be poor (Aye)
Nigga that right there for the birds
Ian going back to the hood, that's my word
Fuck negativity, bitch I need honesty
How you finna roll on a nigga and you under me
Hating ahh nigga cuz right where you wanna be (Fuck that)
Float like a butterfly, sting bumblebee (And I'll buss back)
Money over bitches not over loyalty
Snitches get stitches now I'm paying lawyer fees
You already know how it be, in these streets
Yo twee, why you do me like that (Like that)
Drop top coupe 2 bitches in the back (In the back)
Boff of em dark skin and that ass fat (Ass fat)
One got slugs, where they do that at (Where they do that at)
Bout to break my neck like who that that (Who that)
God is good, I'm like true that that (True that)
Gon head and do it like you riding on a stick (On that dick)
Poppin that pussy like a uzi with the cooling kit (Bbbrrrtttt)
Damn I love me a bitch that's lit (That's lit)
She gon spend them bands give af bout who you wit
Cash in the air, I'm going stupid like a lunatic
Bring the dranks in, going dumb on the henn (Hen dawg)
Sorry mrs Jackson I did it again (Again dawg)
Spin a nigga block and I'll spin it again (Again dawg)
She a salty lil bitch cuz I'm hitting herfriend (Haha)
And I'll hit it again
Ok I'm sticking and I'm jigging in this bih uh huh (Uh huh)
Sticking and I'm jigging in this bih uh huh (Uh huh)
Say I'm sticking and I'm jigging in this bih uh huh (Uh huh)
Slip slide, youn want nun
Say I'm sticking and I'm jigging in this bih uh huh (Uh huh)
Sticking and I'm jigging in this bih uh huh (Uh huh)
Say I'm sticking and I'm jigging in this bih uh huh (Uh huh)
Slip slide, youn want nun (Stick, stick, stick, stick... stick, aye)