letra de stuck to him - 1oneam
[chorus]
(boop-boop)
ayy, shoutout all my hatin’ n-ggas ’cause i get to stomp on ’em
“why you show the kicks so much?” ’cause i blew a buck on ’em
way they lookin’ at lil zen, they like, “that bag stuck to him”
told my lil’ bro there’s a way, i guess that sh-t stuck to him
(ayy, hey) guess that sh-t stuck to him
i can’t even imagine, my n-gga, but it must suck losing
bottle, bottle, i just popped a bottle, now my ass coolin’
[verse 1]
model, model, i just f-cked a model, feelin’ lucky, hit the lotto
bad b-tch, she wanna drink moscato, all black fit, my sh-t look mono
i went too up just like apollo (ooh)
these n-ggas watchin’, catch a hollow
coppin’ all designer sh-t, i don’t even look at barcodes
emo b-tch, she slit it up, that ho just look like barcode
bands touchin’ down ’cause a young n-gga just hit upload
yеah, put your hands down, tryna see that lil’ sh-t throw
n-ggas fake, see that sh-t from a mile, gmo, ayy-ayy
old vibes lеft, but i need some more, bi-b-tch
bi-b-tch, i got dnd, i’m locked in, please don’t hit my phone, bi-b-tch
i don’t wanna hear that sh-t, yeah, please leave me ‘lone (leave me ‘lone)
[chorus]
(oh no)
(boop-boop)
ayy, shoutout all my hatin’ n-ggas ’cause i get to stomp on ’em
“why you show the kicks so much?” ’cause i blew a buck on ’em
way they lookin’ at lil zen, they like, “that bag stuck to him”
told my lil’ bro there’s a way, i guess that sh-t stuck to him
(ayy, hey) guess that sh-t stuck to him
i can’t even imagine, my n-gga, but it must suck losing
bottle, bottle, i just popped a bottle, now my ass coolin’
[verse 2]
hoppin’ that sh-t, ok-okay, do the whole [?]
back to the f-ck with the kid, i ain’t talked to you in a minute
they know me for the chill sh-t, but they don’t need for the real sh-t
i’m with some n-ggas, your [?] shawty like, “zen, you want real sh-t?”
they-they ain’t even see with the kel-tec, they haven’t seen what i felt, yeah
bands stickin’ out like a nail, yeah, n-gga tryna squash sh-t, say, “oh yeah”
get this sh-t suck, “oh well,” yeah, hop in that coupe for them pills, sh-t
n-gga want smoke, what the h-ll? yeah
they like, “zen, you on real sh-t,” ha
they like, “zen, you on real sh-t,” ha, yeah, yeah
and i’m blowin’ all this, oh my god
and i’m blowin’ all this f-ckin’ ‘za, ayy
[outro]
they like, “zen, you on real sh-t,” yeah
i’m top of buildings, i’m on top now, yeah
top of the buildings, i’m on cloud 9, yeah
they like, “zen, you on real sh-t now”
pockets fat, i’m goin’ green time
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