Stick up Kids (feat. Bandgang Lonnie Bands)

You stick up kids, sticking up grown men
Damn I'm a rapper man, like don't make me take your gold again
Before we was rapping we was knocking niggas down like bowling pins
Huh, aint no holding hands with no prostitutes
Ain't no pick and choose, we knock down his partner too
If we talking bricks of Feen, I'll cop one by the two
If we talking bricks of that sand, yeah I'll cop a few
Every other week, I gotta slow it down
I think the people watching me
100 ice pounds, we on a shopping spree
I hit her, ice her down , and hang her from a tree
Call me Memphis Bleek, I'm in Tennessee with Op's
Rp's, if we talking bout that little bitch Roxie
I get 50's, for a pill tho
But really, I get 60
Gotta pay my fiend that get em gone
Uptown Detroit nigga, make a hundred band play On Middle Road
Real dealer, what the fuck I look like turning a scale on
Cut off my day one nigga, he talk to much on that cell phone
Call 448 looking for an elbow
Lazy ass nigga want to play, get off your tailbone
Two cars, deep out of State, we gettin' our tail on
Before we leave, need new brakes, make sure the tail light aint broke
Play it safe, you don't want to be calling home from a jail phone

These niggas talking tough, but they ain't hardbody
Flamed up thru the enemies, I know God got me
Hit Lonnie, told Fraud we finna catch a body
Me and Big Body sliding in a big body
Sl 60 gerber baby in that new Mazi
West side rules, I know the dudes got me
Me and Baby Jon moving, ducking the paparazzi
Two million dollar views of the Bay Bridge
April 2nd I be to the neck, but its gang shit
Bape rag tied around my neck, while my chain drip
I told her to book my room out by the Bel Air so it make sense
Ferrari speeding thru the tenderloin look like a spaceship
Mortgage what I do, I don't pay rent
Down payment came from what she do on the day shift

(La Musica de Harry Fraud)