Stick Up

If I catch them on my strip out slippin'

I'ma make sure they feel it more then just a little bit

****, if I ain't in ya top five

Then what the fuck is your argument?

I'm parked in the garage with a Geffen reppin' A&R

In a charger the window locked

And he coughin', given two options

To either gain a new artist, or losin' out on your oxygen

Arm barrin' a barber, poppin' up to give your pop a shove

And knock your mama out

And then finger her with the boxing glove

If I catch them on my strip out slippin'

I'ma make sure they feel it more then just a little bit

They got be flagged, I even fucked around and got illuminati mad

My chippin' tooth keeps slippin' through the sloppy mask

They spot me as the ring leader

King me, them **** get the Rodney ass whooping

Shotty blast and then rotisserie the body bag

A double piece shorties, I checker and paint the victim

And stick her, the bigger the lick then the bigger the dinner

Yo ligament ripping it ricochet

Rivet and rigged a rib an original Riddick, your ribbon ain't shit

A lieutenant get ten if your tenant attending

He tending your tent and attempting to back up

They tripping off of acid still give him a chance to pass the steel

And rap your cypher blasting, the passenger gotta grab the wheel

I crashed a Lambo at the packer field, kidnap him

I pad the wall and grip a tablet

And crack the glass across that plastic grill

Show up with a bandolier and strap around the chest

I hand a pistol to your face and still clap when I'm impressed

You fucking clown

If I catch them on my strip out slippin'

I'ma make sure they feel it more then just a little bit