Lyrics Stick On Me - Rylo , Lil Baby
(Cook
that
shit
up
Quay)
Everywhere
I
go,
the
stick
on
me
I
can't
let
a
nigga
pick
on
me
Lil'
nigga,
but
I'm
big
homie
I
can't
keep
a
nigga
bitch
off
me
I've
been
hearing
niggas
slick
talking
F&N
make
'em
back
off
me
Percocet
got
me
moonwalking
Young
nigga
tryna
stay
focused
Niggas
play
we
gon'
lay
'em
down
Hit
this
block,
we
gon'
spray
them
rounds
Wyclef,
it's
a
man
down
Pour
the
lean,
wash
the
Xans
down
In
the
loft
breaking
down
pounds
First
night,
she
from
out
of
town
Blood
diamonds
straight
out
the
ground
So
many
hundreds,
I
done
lost
count
Run
it
up
on
a
daily
Bad
bitches
on
me
daily
My
young
nigga
go
brazy
Lil
Baby
go
crazy
Banana
clip
on
the
Draco,
you
know
I'll
never
let
'em
play
me
Chains
on
me
like
Kunta
Kinte,
I'll
never
let
'em
slave
me
Young
nigga,
watch
who
you
serve,
these
niggas
12
like
Brady
Fuck
a
bitch
like
Bobby
Brown,
I'll
take
it
back
to
the
'80s
We
done
come
from
them
'90s
Cashing
out
on
these
diamonds
We'll
hold
a
nigga
hostage
If
he
don't
pay,
it's
a
homi'
I
had
to
struggle
in
the
projects,
you
ain't
seen
the
shit
I
seen
They
say
we
promoting
violence,
bodies
dropping,
murder
scene
Could've
went
and
bought
Balenci',
but
I
spent
it
on
the
teeth
Don't
ask
me,
do
I
got
my
glizzy,
bitch,
you
know
that's
my
ID
Everywhere
I
go,
the
stick
on
me
I
can't
let
a
nigga
pick
on
me
Lil'
nigga,
but
I'm
big
homie
I
can't
keep
a
nigga
bitch
off
me
I've
been
hearing
niggas
slick
talking
F&N
make
them
back
off
me
Percocet
got
me
moonwalking
Young
nigga
tryna
stay
focused
Niggas
play,
we
gon'
lay
'em
down
Hit
this
block,
we
gon'
spray
them
rounds
Wyclef,
it's
a
man
down
Pour
the
lean,
wash
the
Xans
down
In
the
loft
breaking
down
pounds
First
night,
she
from
out
of
town
Blood
diamonds
straight
out
the
ground
So
many
hundreds,
I
done
lost
count
No,
my
niggas
never
switch
on
me
Glock
.40
with
the
dick
on
it
Hunnid
round
with
the
stick
on
it
Trigger
finger
got
a
itch
on
it
2-3
like
a
pair
of
J's
I
can't
settle
for
no
minimum
wage
We'll
set
this
bitch
up
in
flames
Hide
ya
nigga,
now
don't
fuckin'
play
Interrogation,
I
ain't
say
shit
I'll
never
write
a
statement
Poppin'
shit,
I'ma
stay
lit
Wipe
a
nigga
down
for
six
bricks
Now
we
screaming
out
"Free
Bricks"
All
my
niggas
on
that
fuck
shit
Made
a
mil'
out
of
Kitchen
County
Codeine,
I'm
a
lean
addict
Diss
me,
we
gon'
get
at
cha
Country
boys,
we
gon'
straight
tax
you
In
Atlanta,
I'm
a
big
factor
All
these
bitches
tryna
scream
at
me
AMG
wit'
the
kit
on
it
Killtec
with
the
switch
on
it
Middle
finger
to
my
opponent
Screaming
out,
"Who
the
fuck
want
it?"
Everywhere
I
go,
the
stick
on
me
I
can't
let
a
nigga
pick
on
me
Lil'
nigga,
but
I'm
big
homie
I
can't
keep
a
nigga
bitch
off
me
I've
been
hearing
niggas
slick
talking
F&N
make
them
back
off
me
Percocet
got
me
moonwalking
Young
nigga
tryna
stay
focused
Niggas
play,
we
gon'
lay
'em
down
Hit
this
block,
we
gon'
spray
them
rounds
Wyclef,
it's
a
man
down
Pour
the
lean,
wash
the
Xans
down
In
the
loft
breaking
down
pounds
First
night,
she
from
out
of
town
Blood
diamonds
straight
out
the
ground
So
many
hundreds,
I
done
lost
count
1 To The Top
2 Money
3 All Of A Sudden
4 Money Forever
5 Best of Me
6 Ride My Wave
7 Hurry
8 Sum More
9 Going For It
10 Slow Mo
11 Trap Star
12 Freestyle
13 Vision Clear
14 Dive In
15 Stick On Me
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