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Stick Up Kid

 

Stick Up Kid

(album: The Sixth Man - 2015)


[Sample:]
I'm finna put something on you so cold
I'm finna put something on you so cold, nigga
On my momma

If mama knew about all them licks I hit
She'd have a motherfucking fit, flip and split my wig
That's why I'll probably never tell her all the shit I did
If moms only knew her son was a stick up kid
The stick up kid, stick up kid, stick up kid, I was the stick up kid
Stick up kid, stick up kid, stick up kid, I was the stick up kid

The old me would've robbed all these [?] suckers
Used to hit the locker room with the lock cutter
All inside the classroom with a box cutter
Found a pistol plug, went and bought a Glock from him
Hooping with some scholarships, still buying bags
Moms found the stash, asked how I got the cash
Said you better come clean with your lying ass
"And where you get that scale?"
I stole it from my science class
Had to lick a laptop from my math teacher
Woulda let her keep it if she woulda passed me
Took it straight to the trap where a nigga cashed me
Used to be the stick up kid, wearing fucking khakis

If mama knew about all them licks I hit
She'd have a motherfucking fit, flip and split my wig
That's why I'll probably never tell her all the shit I did
If moms only knew her son was a stick up kid
The stick up kid, stick up kid, stick up kid, I was the stick up kid
Stick up kid, stick up kid, stick up kid, I was the stick up kid

Ain't never been the type to cook or play around with the powder
Rather raid your spot, and fill up that Eddie Bauer
We're getting buckets on niggas and jugging kush, quarter pounders
Busting nuggets down nigga, on my mama's kitchen counter
I was on some hot shit, little did she know
In 08 them folks tried to send me up the road
In 9th grade niggas tried to play me like a ho
That's when my teacher seen my brass knuckles fall out on the floor
In 06, I was just a freshman in [?]
Mouth full of gold, tryna flex for the hoes
Juuging and hooping, that was my only two skills
Used to do some dumbass shit just for the thrill

If mama knew about all them licks I hit
She'd have a motherfucking fit, flip and split my wig
That's why I'll probably never tell her all the shit I did
If moms only knew her son was a stick up kid
The stick up kid, stick up kid, stick up kid, I was the stick up kid
Stick up kid, stick up kid, stick up kid, I was the stick up kid

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