C4 - Sticks lyrics

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Got a new plug, looking like Jackie Chan Million dollar trap beating like it's made by Timbaland Bought a new minivan, went to Panama Got the Hannah raw, it came straight from Pakistan Too many bands, [?] and rubber bands f** it, call Michelin man Order up a hundred bags f** that, young n***a pull up with sticks in they hands I ain't no Batman Thought I was treating or tricking again [?] surround where you stand Them young n***as shooting anything that stand They still trying to understand How I got molly and selling them bricks for the ten b**h, I'm the gingerbread man I could shoot two different choppers with both of my hands [Chorus: Jason 911] Pull up with sticks in our hands Pablo keep calling shooter I'ma stand right here and with that F&N used to keep holding on to that Ruger Pull up with sticks in our hands, with sticks in our hands Pull up with sticks in our hands, with sticks in our hands Got your block sound like a marching band When we let go of two hundred rounds We spraying up apartments, spraying up houses And we either lay life on the ground We pull up with sticks in our hands, with sticks in our hands We pull up with sticks in our hands, with sticks in our hands [Verse 2: Jason 911] I know some young n***as straight from the slums All they wanted was a chance and them bands in the end Nowadays, they just stuck in a daze They ain't worried about them M's, they just staying with their friends Only thing that I ever knew was fast money In the 90's, I looked up to Cash Money I know some young n***as that'll come wet your block up Only thing that I give them is some gas money We coming with sticks in our hands Looking for nothing but bricks and them bands We seal in your crib, let you talk to the plug You speak up, he can't hear what you saying These n***as keep thinking we playing I'll make a mess down for my young n***as through them I'm just waiting on Pablo to give me a signal He make the false move, then I'll shoot him [Chorus: Jason 911] Pull up with sticks in our hands Pablo keep calling shooter I'ma stand right here and with that F&N used to keep holding on to that Ruger Pull up with sticks in our hands, with sticks in our hands Pull up with sticks in our hands, with sticks in our hands Got your block sound like a marching band When we let go of two hundred rounds We spraying up apartments, spraying up houses And we either lay life on the ground We pull up with sticks in our hands, with sticks in our hands We pull up with sticks in our hands, with sticks in our hands