We tote sticks fr

[Pre-Chorus]
Ay, ay, huh

[Chorus]
Ay, ay
We tote sticks for real
I might say some bullshit, please don't mind me gang, I'm off the pill
We got .223s, they come with chops', lil' gang, you might get killed
And I got- (What I got?) I got- ay, what I got? Ay, (You might killed) what I got? Hm, ay (You might get killed)
I got purple jeans with '11s on my feet
Nigga told me that I'm lackin', but the lil' strap underneath
Told her "I be in the stu', don't get mad if you left on seen", ay
I don't need no skill when it come to the aim, and I just use beams
Yeah, shawty told me she in love with the donuts, so I gave her Krispy Kreme
Glock-19 make a fuck nigga fade away, ay, I'm talkin' 'bout that Kobe B
I had to look around when he was yellin', 'cause I know that nigga not talkin' to me
Get put on a tee, 'cause yo' Holy Father is who you gon' see
No, that's not a bitch, lil' shawty a treesh

[Verse]
My shooter a skater, he shoot with some steez
The stick wipe his nose, give him allergy, sneeze
Lil' nigga got attitude, he on his P
I'm feelin' like Gunna, I'm givin' her P
She want me to cuff, I don't feel the need
No, I'm not a god, why she on her knees?

[Chorus]
Ay, ay
We tote sticks for real
I might say some bullshit, please don't mind me gang, I'm off the pill
We got .223s, they come with chops', lil' gang, you might get killed
And I got- (What I got?) I got- ay, what I got? Ay, (You might killed) what I got? Hm, ay (You might get killed)
I got purple jeans with '11s on my feet
Nigga told me that I'm lackin', but the lil' strap underneath
Told her "I be in the stu', don't get mad if you left on seen", ay
I don't need no skill when it come to the aim, and I just use beams
Yeah, shawty told me she in love with the donuts, so I gave her Krispy Kreme
Glock-19 make a fuck nigga fade away, ay, I'm talkin' 'bout that Kobe B
I had to look around when he was yellin', 'cause I know that nigga not talkin' to me
Get put on a tee, 'cause yo' Holy Father is who you gon' see
No, that's not a bitch, lil' shawty a treesh

[Post-Chorus]
Ay, purple jeans, get money, get green
Pants black, but my pockets steady throwin' them Cs
My gun box like Creed, bitch, I'm off that tree
I slide on from deep, now we up by three
Ay, I heard 'Redefined goin' up, nigga, you gotta see this