Sticks and glocks that's what we got
When we bend the block
If you outside, you gon die
He try to run, we pick him off, like a f*cking football route
She said she wanna date him, I pull out that blue paper, make her change her mind
Stick hold like 45
Bullets blow out his mind
One thing stay on my mind
That's kill the enemy
Never spooking off that shit, we really in the streets
He get off that pill and swear to god he kill bill
He kill bill
From the 7th ward, I like hoes out the desire
Cut your head straight off your body like I'm Michael Myers
Nigga think this shit a joke, bitch Im not Richard Pryor
Hit a bump while I was driving, I said f*ck it change the tire
Bitch I want bring pain, f*ck the fame, I don't admire
Sticks and glocks that's what we got
When we bend the block
If you outside, you gon die
He try to run, we pick him off, like a f*cking football route
She said she wanna date him, I pull out that blue paper, make her change her mind
Make her change her mind
