Cy Kosis - Stick Up lyrics

[Intro] (Man 1) I need your help, I can't tell you what it is You can ever ask me about it later, and were going to hurt some people (Man 2) .....Whose car are we gonna take? [Verse 1] Hands in the air And open up the the drawer I've got enough to eat, but I want get myself some more You know a crib with two floors 3 who*es, walking in the morning off the ocean Washing upon the seashore, for sure I know it's wrong to take your beeper phone But I left the one own, on the dresser inside my home Pressed to the side of a dome, lies the hide of my chrome Shoot one on, but the tips the color of a cone (What?) Safety cones won't intimidate But f** it, he's champ of welter Gimme, take that heavyweight Skinny fake, shake and bake Bout the size of Betty's cakes Give me my weapon I'll take the entire nation Outside the White House waiting for a f**ing side of bacon Looking at me like shouldn't be saying sh**, are you serious? Man my whole neighborhood is vacant [Hook ] Yo It's a motherf**ing stick up, a stick up Its a motherf**ing stick up, a stick up Its a motherf**ing stick up, yo did you hear me man, its a motherf**ing stick up Yo its a motherf**ing stick up, its a stick up, a motherf**ing stick up Hah Ayo, f** it n***a give up [Verse 2] Remember back in high school When they said skating was for white Wayne went and got it, now they say the sh** is tight Like they use to tell everybody tight pants wasn't nice Gangstas, rappers wear tight and now the sh** is f**ing right f** tastemakers, all these contradicting dummies Got you running to the store And they taking all your money And I ain't talking sh**, I'm just pointing out the obvious Fools got you lined for Jordan like you protesting lobbyists Robbery sh** quick like doom drinking guiness Dennis the apprentice Iller with a mic, k**s with a sentence Not pretend it's Motherf** Donald, his therapist and his motherf**ing dentist Wifey like "my god honey nadas such a menace" He like, "b**h close your mouth before Amir puts his dick in it" [Hook] [Verse 3] They have to rob the people, need the maybach with bluetooth People gotta suffer, that's not their causalty, that's you Now That's a foolish excuse Doesn't really matter when your trying to tell the truth Sorry honesty in business doesn't have any use If they accepted that as credit, I'd buy myself a coupe, with a missing roof Show up to my local bar, to spit at you Your shining man, my golden tooth But f** it, this just one song Smoke and mirrors sh** but the second got my lungs gone f** this sh**, I'm going going gone Yo It's a motherf**ing stick up