paroles de chanson Stick Up Boyz (feat. Max B) - French Montana feat. Max B
French
Montana:
Huh
Huhhh
(huh)
Uh
(uh)
Uh
Verse
1
French
montana:
100
grand,
rubber
band
A
nigga
low,
a
wanted
man
Sure
you're
right,
I
know
ya
high
Talkin'
crazy,
run
for
your
life
They
can't
believe,
nuttin'
new
hot
as
me
Money
can't
buy
the
streets
I
been
paid,
my
men
spray
100
rounds,
sound
like
merengue
Or
the
Nolia
Clap,
it's
only
rap
That's
what
they
thought,
now
it's
40
on
ya
hat
What's
the
matter
huh
I'm
the
new
breath
of
fresh
air,
like
a
asthma
pump
Representing
My
militant
squad
that
snatch
you
out
ya
car
that
you're
renting
Told
'Kon
put
ya
leg
up
Five
stacks
on
the
floor,
watch
homie
fuckin'
dig
up
Hook
Max
B:
If
you
hit
me
I'ma
hit
ya
back
We
got
'em
on
the
Rose,
Oww
If
you
stick
me
I'ma
stick
you
back
I
got
'em
fuckin'
with
hoes,
Oww
Make
ya
get
'em
girl,
gunnin',
we
down,
we
done
stick
'em
Big
Mac
come
they
sorry
they
ever
dick
him
Cop
a
7,
we
drivin'
late
in
the
sixes
Convicts,
gun
under
the
armpit
Ow
Ow
Verse
2
Max
B:
Lightin'
niggaz
up
with
the
heater
bro,
my
seat
is
low
They
fold
up
like
that
Peter
Rowe
Get
'em
in
the
mood
off
the
versatile,
squirt
it
loud,
baby
let
me
beat
Kuz
I
can
make
it
worth
ya
while
I
can
do
it
easy,
sleazy,
niggaz
speak
and
revokin'
my
bail
They
be
scared
to
smoke
it
in
jail,
well
I
was
weekly,
creeply,
sticks,
smoked
'em
at
a
fast
pace
Kuz
mami
this
ya
last
take
Came
in,
only
dropped
the
the
glee
way,
had
'em
play
DJs
Heat
spray,
we
spray
the
enemies,
Frienemies?
(Naw)
Big'll
wiggle
like
the
centipede,
yeah
I
be
in
and
out,
I
can
clear
the
tenants
out
I
can
clear
ya
minutes
out
with
one
conversation,
waitin'
Stakin'
in
the
hallway,
pacin'
Niggaz
they
be
hatin',
makin'
shit
that
don't
matter
to
the
game
Kuz
most
of
you
niggaz
is
lames
Ow
Hook
Max
B:
If
you
hit
me
I'ma
hit
ya
back
We
got
'em
on
the
Rose,
Oww
If
you
stick
me
I'ma
stick
you
back
I
got
'em
fuckin'
with
hoes,
Oww
Make
ya
get
'em
girl,
gunnin',
we
down,
we
done
stick
'em
Big
Mac
come
they
sorry
they
ever
dick
him
Cop
a
7,
we
drivin'
late
in
the
sixes
Convicts,
gun
under
the
armpit
Ow
Ow
Verse
3
French
Montana:
Shorty
from
the
Lou',
she
take
it
in
the
cunt
And
niggaz
talkin'
crazy,
I'm
shakin'
in
my
boots
A
couple
thou,
I'm
Mr.
Childs
Street
nigga,
like
Kevin
Chiles
You
got
a
V6,
I
got
a
6 V's
My
young
boys
turn
ya
brains
to
swiss
cheese
A
proper
team,
I
mean
badabing
With
a
model
bitch
in
the
back
gargling
I'm
so
high,
open
cooch
baby
I
told
Grease,
let
me
loose
baby
Coupe
280,
flyin'
through
80
R.I.P.
to
my
dude
Adee
My
transition
is
phenomenal
Still
hop
out,
cop
tapes
and
Amadu
My
lil'
brother
bail,
'bout
a
half
a
mill
French
Montana,
everything
signed
and
sealed
Hook
Max
B:
If
you
hit
me
I'ma
hit
ya
back
We
got
'em
on
the
Rose,
Oww
If
you
stick
me
I'ma
stick
you
back
I
got
'em
fuckin'
with
hoes,
Oww
Make
ya
get
'em
girl,
gunnin',
we
down,
we
done
stick
'em
Big
Mac
come
they
sorry
they
ever
dick
him
Cop
a
7,
we
drivin'
late
in
the
sixes
Convicts,
gun
under
the
armpit
Ow
Ow
(Repeat)
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