We Run Sticks (feat. OG Maco) Video (MV)

F*ck bitch
Aint no f*ck shit we run sticks
What you thought this is
Im on some f*ckin shit
Run from me you still get hit
Talking shit and imma slit
Suck my dick like she a tic
Take ya kill f*ckin bitch
That pussy be so succulent
Spinning off that dealer shit
Spinning in a dealer whip
Sniper hitman f*ck a bitch
And I be on that cluster clip
I don't know which line to hit
Cocaine be white like the drip
Clutch up on the f*ckin whip
Leave ya bitch ass body cold and then im on my way to hit a lick
Posted with that click click click
That 45 kill an elephant
So watchu think it do to him
I don't discriminate so I kill women men and children
F*ck bitch
Aint no f*ck shit we run sticks
What you thought this is
Im on some f*ckin shit
Run from me you still get hit
Talking shit and imma slit
Suck my dick like she a tic
Pussy boy don't play like toy
I shit you not we take your joy
Pass that bitch like colt McCoy
That hoe get wetter than some soy
F*cked you up now you cant sleep
Bullet in ya chest now you cant breathe
Get to the chopper its a kill streak
Spare your life
That aint me
Give that hoe some water with her molly
Send the ac down the hatch with GTV
In the car with your wife and im shooting skeet
I attack on the track put you on your knees
And Im back on the map call it loose leaf sheet
Aint no crew aint no Mac its just you and me
Aint no blue on the track its a blood red leak
Never settle cant relax I aint f*ckin weak
Prolax in the wraps never overheat
I attack on the track put you on your knees
And Im back on the map call it loose leaf sheet
Aint no crew aint no Mac its just you and me
Aint no blue on the track its a blood red leak
Aint no blue on the track its a blood red leak
F*ck bitch
Aint no f*ck shit we run sticks
What you thought this is
Im on some f*ckin shit
Run from me you still get hit
Talking shit and imma slit
Suck my dick like she a tic
Rockafeller
Mason Marcella
Bent ya hoe and now she wetter
Read ahead and never tell her
That you bouta go and sell her
Gu gu gu like Hellen Keller
Clenched up fist Connor mcgregor
Slap a bitch like Floyd maywheather
Imma go to Armageddon
Take it out on all you peasants
Crash the whip im way too reckless
Pissed me off and now you neckless
Break your jaw and leave you headless
Won't slow down im way too restless
Worthless are your little efforts
To escape my f*ckin deathgrip
Can't escape this hell is endless
Dumb bitch
The drum hit
Like the trumpet
Sipping syrup
Got a cup now my words slurring
She got hella nerve
Im always gone I got hella work
Selling birds
Gotta flock
I might meld the work
Lay it up
Scatter quick we got plays to make
Gimme head
Suck this dick while I count the flakes
Im watching the plot unfold
I cook on the stove with pain
I pay for the rows of gold
Won't f*ck with them hoes who cant
Im good where I know that they aint
Im within that they could relate
Im trappings and raisin the stakes
Trappin out hard, scraping the plate
Bag talk
Bag talk
I got plenty drip that I been bought
Wrist fold
Wrist fold
Had to work my wrist for a pitchfork
Bazi me, book me baby bring me your deposit fee
Properly
Baby im not hard to see
F*ck bitch
Aint no f*ck shit we run sticks
What you thought this is
Im on some f*ckin shit
Run from me you still get hit
Talking shit and imma slit
Suck my dick like she a tic
F*ck bitch
Aint no f*ck shit we run sticks
What you thought this is
Im on some f*ckin shit
Run from me you still get hit
Talking shit and imma slit
Suck my dick like she a tic ay