Murda - Stick Em Up lyrics

[Intro: Quavo] See that n***a right there? He slippin' What we gon' do? What you mean what we gon' do? Aye [Hook: Quavo] Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up I call my n***as to giddy up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up My n***as press you, make you ante up [Hook: Quavo] Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up I call my n***as to giddy up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up My n***as press you, make you ante up [Verse 1: Quavo] We talkin' that real lick talk We talkin' that real lick talk We talkin' that real lick talk We talkin' that real lick talk Run through the back and then kick down your door We taking the flat screen, want all of the gold I'm a young n***a, this is a burglary ho We got boards on the winter, no burglary bar doors You a pretender, you flex for the hoes They say you a junkie, you play with your nose My pockets on Nacho like I ate at Moe's I never heard f** up the pot with the bowl I went around asking OG's on the stove He think it's a game, got a trapper cheat code It's a knock at the door, I look out the peephole My n***a just hit a lick for bricks of gold All this sh** started way back on the Nawf Came up on a pack, put it back on the Nawf I run with the sack and go back to the Nawf Shout out freaky Zeeky, [?] on the Nawf My wrist is so sick, menopause Spray the chopper just because Boss n***a made the call Drop the work in the chimney, Santa Claus [Hook: Quavo] Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up I call my n***as to giddy up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up My n***as press you, make you ante up [Hook: Quavo] Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up I call my n***as to giddy up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up My n***as press you, make you ante up [Verse 2: Mango Foo] Stick him up, stick him up, stick him up We drop the dope in the pot and we mix it up Run up on a n***a, I make him give it up He had a bodyguard, that n***a wasn't big enough My chopper bustin' like a water balloon Drop 40 subzero, he froze, he can't move Kidnap his a**, you find him on the news My young n***as cash out on all of the j**els Stephen Curry, long range with the MAC Whoopi Goldberg, Bentley black My shooters they pull up, they gonna attack My junkie will k** you for a hit of crack Leave him stinking like a urinal Double back and then shoot up the funeral Pull up on him, he thought it was Uber ‘dem So many shots that they thought it was two of him Stick ‘em up, lay it down into your pockets This is not a search, n***a this a robbery Take these bags to my hood, they gon' be proud of me We gon' blow this sh** like we hit the lottery I got some n***as itching for a body Young n***a go get him, he already got him They say that he broke so they leg shot him Call up John Wic, he gon' red dot him [Hook: Quavo] Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up I call my n***as to giddy up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up My n***as press you, make you ante up [Hook: Quavo] Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up I call my n***as to giddy up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up My n***as press you, make you ante up [Verse 3: Offset] Whip them up, stick ‘em up, tape ‘em up I might put your kids in the oven and bake ‘em up Domingo he live by the gun You don't cooperate, we cut off your tongue He don't understand what the f** going on How the f** these n***as get in my home? They f**in' your b**h, man that lil b**h is done She snuck out the house and then cut on the alarm But that is irrelevant, where is the gas bag, I keep smellin' it He stuttering, playin' them games, he ain't tellin' it Quavo hit him with the bu*t of the chopper The p**y n***a start to yellin' it Put the Ruger to his medulla He acting so foolish so now he leak fluids Didn't really want to do it He a hot boy so I cool him with coolants When you robbing got to know the maneuvers Hit the club if you want to, if you stupid Catch a slug to your head, now you a [?] Now you got knocked out because of a cutie I turn to a ma**acre, wrap you up Bag it up, trap it up, then I fly out to El Salvador I'ma eat ‘em up like I'm a carnivore He gon' eat the bullets like an Almond Joy [Hook: Quavo] Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up I call my n***as to giddy up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up My n***as press you, make you ante up [Hook: Quavo] Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up I call my n***as to giddy up Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up My n***as press you, make you ante up [Outro: Mango Foo] Know Offset, we having AK47's We having F&N's We having Glock 40's I think we just got the Draco That b**h got ‘bout a hundred round clip on it You know what I'm talkin' ‘bout?