Syd - Stick Up lyrics

- We gotta go over there, and we gotta swag it out this time.. not like f**ing last time, n***a you almost slapped that blind b**h - My fault, my fault.. - Now, Earl.. make sure your lips don't stick to your ski mask, everybody knows you're the only n***a with big lips and a big-a** forehead - You got big lips too - Now you over there, stop, st.. look! Aight? - What? - And remember, no names this time - Yeah, Justin - Dude what the f** man? Either way, it's a stick up [Verse 1: Mike G (Earl Sweatshirt)] Hold up, it's a Westcoast stick up Sly Tendancies is in with me, I'm tryna get my rich up Talking 'bout raising Richie dog, I'm tryna get my Rich up Good for you? Man I'll give you life like an elixir He sick, huh? (Oh yes, it's a O.F. stick up, Mike Tell this b**h to put the donuts in the bag quicker, right sh** I strike n***as, bite b**hes, wife hitter, Christ It's a crisis, n***as hands up like it's a heist, Mike get 'em) Hold up, who'd you say the winner was? I bet I'll finish quick and eat you faster than your dinner cause They ask why they fly and crash, I say you gotta land slow I'm Cancer yo, but healthy though, raps new Rambo [Hook] It's a stick up, it's a stick up Put your hands in the air, it's a stick up [Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt (Mike G)] Repeat, it's a stick up, out for greens, to get my Grinch up Listen b**h, get your kid and get down or get clipped up (You hatin'? Just stop, we gon' blow, just watch Think not? Grind time, take your f**in' wristwatch) All their f**in' vCards, just to prove that we hard Get it? We hard, he bombards three broads Then dip out on another mish them n***as on that other sh** Word to mother b**h, we hot as Southern summers is (I'm smooth like Travolta, say they want a face off? I take off, I'm waitin' for the pay-off, how that go I rap slow but factual, don't get mad I'm rad f**in' awesome, a pimp like Chad swag High like kites, Cliché, where we stay There's no such thing as replays, you live once I just dump, like trash trucks, blast up, no blast off) Bust the chops, then a nut, then adjust the co*k, get your a** off [Hook] [Verse 3: Mike G] Stepped in the door wavin' the 44 And shot it at three who*es, they wouldn't get on the floor Now they petrified, I'm comin' for everythin' you got Know you got a lot, why you think I'm runnin' up in your spot Said I don't play, bet I shoot this white girl and get away Like O.J., this the life I live I'm talkin' everyday Said I'd bust again, Sly said that I shouldn't I Said I should then a n***a looked at me like I wouldn't So I let one off, shattered gla**, went through his a**, he extra soft And now I'm on a rampage, my partner grabbed the 12 gauge And threw it to me, started blastin', let three off, let four off Then I aimed at a n***a who wouldn't take off his j**elry Like you brave 'til you lose consciousness But you dumb for f**in' with n***as with guns and sh** They tried to calm me down, but I'm ready to leave a n***a red Taco stepped in the way and I shot him in his leg, f**! [Outro]