Lyrics Stickup Kid - Atom Smith feat. Burkey

(Two six shooters and my DJ fresh)
(Till then I'ma wander the West)

Two six shooters, DJ fresh
Two six shooters, DJ fresh
Two six shooters, DJ fresh
Two six shooters, DJ fresh

When it all started
Kinda blind sided
No I'm not above it
But I always try my best to abide by it
(What's that?)
The law
But I done had enough of the rich tryna rob the poor
So I walked to the side not a plan or a thought
I'm a wasp with a mode
All a man really got is his word and I earned my share
They didn't wanna pay so I say

This is a stickup
Everybody get face down
Left me no choice
Everybody on the ground (on the god damn ground)
I don't want the whole stack, nah
I ain't taking your money
I just want mine back, yeah

So they put it in the sack, like that
It's when when I turned to leave
That the guard let his gun crack (crack crack)
This is self defense (same thing)
Now I'm on a run with a price on my head

Put your hands in the air, get down
Gotcha acting like a stickup now
Put your goodies in the sack, sack, sack
Shake it back, back, back
Yeah I like it like that

Put your hands in the air, get down
Gotcha acting like a stickup now
Put your goodies in the sack, sack, sack
Shake it back, back, back
Yeah I like it like that

Woke up quick at the crack (crack crack)
Of dawn so bright wore a stain on my suede hat
Been asleep on my horse back
And a thousand-yard stare caught a glare
So I'm heading right toward that
Got my canteen empty
And my lips so dry that a cactus would envy (I, I, I)
Pull up smooth at a new saloon

Take a whiskey shot
Heard a whistling too
But this gutless dude
He tried to make his move
But your boy too quick had to drop them moves
I'ma make you famous (make you famous)
Then the last man standing
Ain't a damn thing changing
Didn't ask for these deadly hands
Time for me to meet my maker that's god's plan (Yeah)
'Till then I'ma wander the West

(Two six shooters, DJ fresh)

Put your hands in the air, get down
Gotcha acting like a stickup now
Put your goodies in the sack, sack, sack
Shake it back, back, back
Yeah I like it like that

Put your hands in the air, get down
Gotcha acting like a stickup now
Put your goodies in the sack, sack, sack
Shake it back, back, back
Yeah I like it like that

(Two six shooters, DJ fresh)
(Two six shooters, DJ fresh)
(Two six shooters, DJ fresh)
(Two six shooters, DJ fresh)

Drop them
Drop, drop, drop them
Drop them
Take ten paces then draw
Then draw
Then drop them
Drop them
Drop them
Drop, drop, drop

So I say
This is a stickup
Everybody get face down
Left me no choice
Everybody on the ground (on the god damn ground)
I don't want the whole stack, nah
I ain't taking your money
I just want mine back, yeah

So they put it in the sack, like that
It's when I turned to leave
That the guard let his gun crack (crack crack)
It was self defense (same thing)
But now I'm on the run with a price on my head

Put your hands in the air, get down
Gotcha acting like a stickup now
Put your goodies in the sack, sack, sack
Shake it back, back, back
Yeah I like it like that

Put your hands in the air, get down
Gotcha acting like a stickup now
Put your goodies in the sack, sack, sack
Shake it back, back, back
Yeah I like it like that

Yeah I like it like that