Lyrics Sticktalk (feat. FlexXto) - Kenzo!

I could never change on my niggas
Cuz they keep them 40s on they side
Got bullets bussin' out the trigger
(Ohhh oh whoa)
Walkdown creep
They gon bang on them niggas
They talkin down that's suicide
But bitch Im too up, and Im richer
Told em this that sticktalk
And a shooter get shot
That's a criss cross
Lil bitch I been ballin
(Like Rick Ross)
And I'm countin pape
Like a big boss
And my niggas totin diamonds they shine
The diamonds they water like Voss
And we skrrtin off in that new Red Eye
It's a SRT with the pole on my side

Trap niggas with a Red Dot
Its a Red Beam
Choppa longer than an inseam
Got a trap nigga taking they bitch clean
And I'm finna empty the whole fucking magazine
Bitch I'm perfect like makeup no Maybeline
And the driver cuttin up the limousine
And it's fuck all them niggas that envy me
Bitch I'm too turnt and Im too geeked
And I'm swervin in new different lanes
I got my chains I made a name
And this what it come with
When you gettin famous
You get a bad bitch
Give her brain damage
Nd I got some guala
I got me some Lanvins
My temperature hot
You could see on the canvas
I stick with my niggas like
Motherfuckin Bambi
Like all of my niggas
Some soilders and blam'n

They fuck with my slime
Doin too much damage
Yo pockets skinny
They lookin too famished
I run up the green
I aint talking bout cabbage
Yo hoe on my slop
Cause I'm living life lavish
My diamonds like cameras
They keep on flashing
Huh
They dancing like Micheal Jackson
Ready for smoke I want all the action
Shit gettin scary like
Marilyn Manson
That boy lazy as fuck
He just sit on the couch
Yo bank accounts sad
You stuck in a drought
While you flex on IG
I make bigger amounts
She said that she want me
Put dick in her mouth
We making a movie
Look like Paramount
Tryna go band for band
I dont keep fair amounts
While these broke niggas
Beg you for cheese
He a rat nigga he a mouse

(OYA)

I could never change on my niggas
Cuz they keep them 40s on they side
Got bullets bussin' out the trigger
(Ohhh oh whoa)
Walkdown creep
They gon bang on them niggas
They talkin down that's suicide
But bitch Im too up, and Im richer
Told em this that sticktalk
And a shooter get shot
That's a criss cross
Lil bitch I been ballin
(Like Rick Ross)
And I'm countin pape
Like a big boss
And my niggas totin diamonds they shine
The diamonds they water like Voss
And we skrrtin off in that new Red Eye
It's a SRT with the pole on my side