Trey Kidd - Stuck! Lyrics

Evil empire, laughing all the way to the bank
Hey, gotta keep movin', I never get stuck (ooh-ooh)
Yeah, and I know that that nigga not f*ckin' wit' us (ooh-ooh)
Damn, I'm finna leave that boy right in the dust (ooh-ooh)
I got a G-43 and I'm walkin' inside wit' a clutch (ooh-ooh)
Yeah, we gon' hop in that big body- uh
Yeah, we gon' hop in that big body Tonka
Lil' shawty gon' pull out that big body- uh
Lil' shawty gon' pull out that big body choppa
Lil' nigga get hit, put him on the roster
We aim at his brain, we turn it to pasta
She callin' me, "Daddy", but she not my daughter
Bring that girl to the bed, you know I'ma slaughter, on God
I do not talk, I'm keepin' that real shit private (on God)
Yeah, shawty got ran through, yeah, lil' shawty got mileage
Aye, shawty gone scream and yell, huh, when I get behind it (oh)
Aye, bro, just keep it real, just stop all that lyin'
Me and my niggas, we look like the Teen Titans
Uppin' that Glock, I don't do no fightin'
Gave her my dick and she bet not bite it
No, I can't talk but my niggas be slidin'
Cover my mouth and I'm keepin' it silent
Cover my mouth and I'm keepin' it- uh
Cover my mouth and I'm keepin' it- uh
Cover my mouth and I'm keepin' it- ooh yeah
Keepin' it real for my Twizzy, yeah for my slatt (slatt, slatt)
Damn, I don't know what the f*ck you be sayin', you can't get it back (on God, on God)
Me and my niggas, we turned up, yeah, we turned to the max
Aye, yeah, I'm off the bean, I'm off that shit, you get hit wit' the thrax (that thrax, that thrax)
You on that hood mentality, you won't make it out
Is it real or is it not? You better face it now
In that big body, huh, bet not make no sound
Yeah, you know what's goin' on when I come around
Ooh-ooh (yeah, gang)
Ooh-ooh (slatt, let's go)
Ooh-ooh (okay)
Ooh-ooh (oh yeah)