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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stunna 4 Vegas
Vocals
DaBaby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Khalick Caldwell
Songwriter
Jonathan Kirk
Songwriter
Tahj Morgan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kevin Mccloskey
Mixing Engineer
jetsonmade
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
We got sticks, what else? Blicks
Better hold one up, fuckers, I'm lit
Draw down, make him freeze like he takin' a pic
Ay, I pop, shit
Big fire, I tote on my hip
Watch your hoe 'cause she diggin' the drip
Stop breakin' her off, then call shorty a Lyft
We got sticks, what else? Blicks
Better hold one up, fuckers, I'm lit
Draw down, make him freeze like he takin' a pic
Ay, I pop, shit
Big fire, I tote on my hip
Watch your hoe 'cause she diggin' the drip
I'm breakin' her off, then call shorty a Lyft
[Verse 2]
We got bows
O-G in the loads
Big poles is takin' **** souls
My **** slidin' for sure
Ain't no loungin', you stop and go
Send a deposit to book a show
We hit the stage and them hoes go crazy
**** play and we wipe his nose
I never worked no nine-to-five
It's a thousand shots when I arrive
Let him test, and it's homicide
Can't beef with these ****, they not our size
I fucked her and dipped, left her traumatized
Lil' thot askin' for my condom size
These **** my sons, they idolize
Big Stunna can't beat me, they tellin' lies
We got sticks
I spit crack, come get you a fix
Drop the track, I send O-G to blitz
I can shine when I want, but I'm still in the mix
Them lil' **** hatin' 'cause I talk shit
Fuck it, lil' ****, come off me
I swing that iron like I'm golfin'
Too hot to handle, that **** a problem
[Verse 3]
We got sticks, what else? Blicks
Better hold one up, fuckers, I'm lit
Draw down, make him freeze like he takin' a pic
Ay, I pop, shit
Big fire, I tote on my hip
Watch your hoe 'cause she diggin' the drip
Stop breakin' her off, then call shorty a Lyft
We got sticks, what else? Blicks
Better hold one up, fuckers, I'm lit
Draw down, make him freeze like he takin' a pic
Ay, I pop, shit
Big fire, I tote on my hip
Watch your hoe 'cause she diggin' the drip
I'm breakin' her off, then call shorty a Lyft
[Verse 4]
You know I won't talk your head off
I'ma draw down, let some lead off
Almost got a ticket, I'm trippin'
Got some head from this broad and I sped off
I would got and see 'bout these ****
They don't want no smoke, they want feedback and mentions
It was gangsta, I knocked a G off a ****
Wanna play with the vet? Better be 'bout your business
I brought a stick in the party
Don't lay up, I just fuck and I dip, don't say sorry
I'm a big dawg, I'm a young C-E-O
They respectin' my name, I hold weight, I got knowledge
I went and got me muhfuckin' bag on these rap **** ass
I go dumb, I'm retarded
Wanna argue with me, but I'm too rich to argue
I come offer your best friend a bag, make him off you
And I ain't out here playin' tough for these ****
They just like to talk it, I don't do no talkin'
I'ma finish that shit every time that they start it
I make **** bring out the chalk and come chalk you
Play with, I'ma dive straight in your shit
I ain't doin' no woofin', I talk and I walk it
Let's see how he talk in that coffin
Put a hole in his back like a dolphin
[Verse 5]
We got sticks, what else? Blicks
Better hold one up, fuckers, I'm lit
Draw down, make him freeze like he takin' a pic
Ay, I pop, shit
Big fire, I tote on my hip
Watch your hoe 'cause she diggin' the drip
Stop breakin' her off, then call shorty a Lyft
We got sticks, what else? Blicks
Better hold one up, fuckers, I'm lit
Draw down, make him freeze like he takin' a pic
Ay, I pop, shit
Big fire, I tote on my hip
Watch your hoe 'cause she diggin' the drip
I'm breakin' her off, then call shorty a Lyft
Written by: Jonathan Kirk, Khalick Caldwell, Tahj Morgan