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letra de stick on me - chuckie ceo

[intro]
(sh-t, f-ck, cali, this sh-t go crazy)
gang
(jaylap, talk to ’em)

[chorus]
before i walk up out the crib, i got that stick on me
see an opp, he got a chain on his neck, oh, that’s a l!ck on him (l!ck)
it’s a thirty on my hip, you see the clip poking
fredo catch him down bad, gon’ bust his sh-t open (huh)
yeah, i ain’t going back and forth, this ain’t ping-pong
chopper get to beatin’ on his chest, this b-tch king kong
i’ma get a bag and put my team on
put the glock to his grill, but i swear it ain’t no beef, dog (ain’t no beef)

[verse]
i heard some n-ggas said they ’bout to slide, i don’t see y’all (nah)
n-ggas broke, that sh-t sad, i’d hate to be y’all (i’d hate to be y’all)
this for my n-ggas in them cells, b-tch, i’m yelling, “free y’all”
glock send his ass to h-ll, i was tryna see somethin’
put the drac’ in his face, hey, nice to meet y’all
i got k!llers on the way whenevеr they see me call
i’m ray charles to my hatеrs, i can’t see y’all (i can’t see y’all)
stick turn his brains to spaghetti, hit his meatball (hit his top)
we got fns, four-fives, we got all sticks
when they see ceo coming, they like, “aw, sh-t” (sh-t)
the scat’ scratchin’ off like a cat, i’m up dog sh-t
lil’ baby want it from the back, i went all in (all in)
i ain’t tryna conversate if it ain’t ’bout no pape’ (huh)
i got the key, walk his ass down to heaven gate (pew, pew)
sent a threat to me, boy, your ass dead, it’s too late
you think you checkin’ me, that’s how you can get shot in the face (baow)
need to put that rollie down, that b-tch tickin’, boy, it’s fake
your b-tch wanna blow me down, she wanna put it in her face
everywhere i go, i take the stick just in case
feel like i got the devil on me, mama said i need to pray
i can’t trust a soul, i can’t trust a soul (nah)
everywhere i go, gotta keep a pole (gotta keep it on me)
name it chopstick, jackie robinson, gon’ send him home (send him on)
why these n-ggas say they drop sh-t but never hit a dome?
huh, yeah, like, what these n-ggas on? (what these n-ggas on?)
i don’t need a crew to go and drill, i’ll spin alone
i don’t need no pill to go and k!ll, i be in the zone (i be on that)
lil’ b-tch, i got that green on me, call me piccolo
[chorus]
before i walk up out the crib, i got that stick on me
see an opp, he got a chain on his neck, oh, that’s a l!ck on him (l!ck)
it’s a thirty on my hip, you see the clip poking
fredo catch him down bad, gon’ bust his sh-t open (huh)
yeah, i ain’t going back and forth, this ain’t ping-pong
chopper get to beatin’ on his chest, this b-tch king kong
i’ma get a bag and put my team on
put the glock to his grill, but i swear it ain’t no beef, dog (ain’t no beef)

- chuckie ceo

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