Текст песни Shit Gon Get Sticky - Chezzo

Yes sir, Yes sir, Yes sir (Gang)
Gang gang

Do what you must it is what it is
I say shit gone get sticky I might send heat to ya kids
Fuck my feelings? Then, fuck yours
It's a draw
Or you trying to double back you send some heat, we send some more
Fuck these bird ass hoes always trying to trick ya head to get some corn
This world so fucked up I kind of wish I wasn't born
I see you trying to disrespect now your body getting drawn
This too much shit I ain't even sign up for, I ain't got no form
Sending you some energy, now your heart stopped
Opps never in my face, if they are they got to drop
And these bitches be some legends yeah they like to make it pop
They be running when I slide cause I never miss a shot (Aye)
Niggas gat no privacy, all up on the media
Begging me to text her, just to say I cheat on her
When you get that fame you get that target on ya back
I can't trust these hoes, they only just distract
Making my lil corn, now they asking me
Now I getting paper they want every piece of me
Hope you get ya coin nothing in this world free
I done had enough, push a fist to your teeth
Get a call from my cousin ain't want niggas round her
We make them niggas pack it up send them to California
All this fire that we send feel like a fucking sauna
Hoes be right there calling me they brother, nigga
I ain't look like warner
Gatta double back while I'm sipping on that yak
I can't let no bitch break me nigga, I could never lack
Only giving one chance fuck cutting all that slack
I ain't give a fuck bout love it's money I wanna attract
Pillow talking niggas got to put them in the trunk
Getting sexual with ya gal, that's a slam dunk
Shooting all them shots and miss you in a shooting slump
Sneaky link coochie stank, had to label her as skunk
Balling like I'm KD, seven foot tall as fuck
Or you miss me and you sorry, well I sorry give no fucks
Hear that chezzo what you cooking mussy need a deluxe
Everything ain't gone to plan, well too bad life sucks
Got my cup and my codeine and my sprite and my jolly rancher
The way she dancing on my pole she a pole dancer
I be licking on her fruit, taste like grape no Fanta
Issa real hothead I don't do no banter
I ain't with the friendly shit nigga fuck your laughter
When we done with you, you put your jersey in the rafters
Game winner like Embiid put it on the Raptors
She like her sex real nasty when I make it clap her,
Pussy sound like macaroni
Can't trust a bitch I rather stay by my lonely
Lead her on and fade away, just like I'm Kobe
Put the blessing on a bitch, now I leave her ass holy
Shit be getting sticky cause these niggas they get icky (Uh)
Tease me now you shielding, no no baby touch the stiffy love (Yah)
Fuck you and you calling nonstop, oh you miss me huh?
Had to cut my closest nigga off cause he diss me bruh
And I said, holon cause I killing and killing the wibe
When I finish with this shit it might not even be alive
Chasing paper not the clout, off this rapping I want thrive
From you meet her and she ask for money nigga, that's a red flag
Yes sir, yes sir, I be jiggy all day
When I go for the drive, yeah I finish with fillet
Ya bitch on layaway all I had to do was sway
Real smooth motherfucker I could talk your bitch away
Fuck, I see the man,
Push it back in the foil I got this dope in my hand
I can't mind these niggas, in reality they fans
I gin wrestle with the cunny give that shit a chokeslam
Trying to send some heat we send that back, grand slam
We gin run you out your tennis aiming for ya diaphragm
Steady ballin' down in South Beach like my name is Bam
She ask to buy her drink, know she want the stoli and the cran
And the loko and the coconut rum
If you fine you could get some
I dont' fuck with broke hoes, broke bitches is get run
This shit is h i t, when I'm on the beat
Gatta watch who I'm fucking they might have HIV