3 Sticks

Everything I did, it ain't mean shit

I know that I'm mean, bitch

But they just gave my bro eighteen for like three sticks

Get it how you live and shit

You know where I live, babes

I just hit a stain and split thirty bags six ways

I get high in my cell and start thinking 'bout us

They wanna life off the guys for the sticks that we buss

I love my sis, but there still ain't no bitch that I trust

So Ginger from Casino ain't no fiction to us

If I gave you the world, would you still let me live in it?

I wanna know everything about you, I'm inquisitive

Thinking "What Jordans shall I wear when you visiting?"

You're going back home, I'm going back to my prison wing

I'm billing it

Thinking 'bout us in a mansion

Me and Scrapz doing stick-ups and ransoms

I was broke

I was flat on my face and they left me abandoned

So fuck everyone, I can't stand 'em, for real

I'm cutting through the city with a stick on me

My hat and scarf French and these shoes made in Italy

This gun come from Russia and, bro, it ain't a thing to me

To shoot you right here in your face cah I don't think, my G

She said I need to think more

Sometimes I think that I think too much

I think we need Hennessy and two cups

I woulda said two sluts, but you gon' try say I'm rude

Know I'm just playing, but I ain't even playing you

Uh

Picture us, picturesque

Scenery with flashing lights

You wanna come jail and be my valentines?

Muni need a real bitch, I ain't even have a type

Cah I can't lie, I'll probably need you a bagga times

I got you if you need me though

Middle of the field, Jorginho

I know you want me free, but they won't free me though

Not for now anyways

Hundred bags, split that shit seven ways

I stayed OT for twenty-seven days