[First song: “Stick Up”]
[Intro: (Dae Bandz) and P-Trill]
Oh, these niggas is ass
Nah, we ‘bout to rob these niggas, haha
(Yo, yo, Paul) Oh my goodness, haha (Yo, we on them, Paul, yo, Paul we on ‘em)
(We’re on them, Paul!) Hahaha, I’ma tell them this, I’ma be like
Nah, nah, nah (Haha)
[Chorus]
Big up, big up, it’s a stick up, stick up
Better give up, give up, with your chin up, chin up
Don’t hiccup, hiccup, don’t get up, get up
You’re making a nigga wanna fill the clip up, clip up, ha
Big up, big up, it’s a stick up, stick up
Better give up, give up, with your chin up, chin up
Don’t hiccup, hiccup, don’t get up, get up
You’re making a nigga wanna fill the clip up, clip up, bitch
[Verse 1]
Nigga, shut the fuck up, and stay down (Shut the fuck up)
This a robbery, lil’ bitch, don’t make sounds
No questions asked, not even a ‘‘hey’’ sound (Shhh)
So if you want me to chill, you better pay pounds
Better get to remembering I don’t play ‘round (Haha, I don’t play)
Oh, this lil’ nigga here wanna play ‘round (The fuck?)
As you were, it’s your best bet to lay down
‘Fore I let the shots go, no Sprayground (Boom, boom, boom)
When I say this, I ain’t tryna be intricate
But fuck it, give us the loot, we want the triplets (Give me the loot)
I’ll give birth to drama, make it infinite
But let’s avoid all that, y’all look uninterested (Pussy)
My gang unlimited, y’all more used cargo (Used)
That’s why we popped up here, not at Wells Fargo
And we’ll beat the race, bitch, this breesh ain’t being borrowed
Good looks, Chase, we just won the lotto
[Chorus]
Big up, big up, it’s a stick up, stick up
Better give up, give up, with your chin up, chin up
Don’t hiccup, hiccup, don’t get up, get up
You’re making a nigga wanna fill the clip up, clip up, ha
Big up, big up, it’s a stick up, stick up
Better give up, give up, with your chin up, chin up
Don’t hiccup, hiccup, don’t get up, get up
You’re making a nigga wanna fill the clip up, clip up, bitch
[Verse 2]
Walked to the tool, guess you don’t fear me well
Talk tough with this tool to the head? Very well (You pussy)
I’d say I’m Natsu, but this shit ain’t no Fairy Tail
They got fairy tales of Trill growing a hairy tail (What?)
Want me to V down like that nigga Vegeta
Don’t make reach into my trunks, ‘cause I’ll back out the heater
My bullets gon’ teach you, ovation for how it sing
I bet it’s hittin’ every chord how I let it ring (Shhh)
Aww, you think I care? I don’t, don’t make a scene
Got rude out the face, now he’s left on seen
I’m trying not to be mean, avoiding tapping your spleen
Back the .40 out my jeans to do away with your genes, nigga
Fuck is you talking ‘bout?
Done conversing with you, time to hulk it out
Depart ties, apartheid once I part your eyes (Wait, wait, what are you doing?)
Fucked up tryna be a hero, now time to die, bitch (What are you doing?)
(Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow)
[Outro: P-Trill, Jay Stazks and Dae Bandz]
[P-Trill]
Stupid ass nigga
[Jay Stazks]
Yo, why you shootin’ niggas up for?
[P-Trill]
Yo, that’s my fault
[Dae Bandz]
Yo, bro, we out in the whip, bro
We out, we out right now, bro
[P-Trill]
Aight
[Second song: “Target”]
[Chorus]
City problems, we all go through it
Silly nonsense, all they show in music
Want us off the block, looking so useless
Think out the box, niggas' so cubic
City problems, we all go through it
Silly nonsense, all they show in music
Want us off the block, looking so useless
Think out the box, niggas' so cubic
[Verse 1]
Like Pac, I’m a young poet tryna make a living
All eyes on me when I step into the building
Scared as I stand, more observant when I’m sitting
Does he know I make music, or is he getting to bidding?
I don’t get it
Tryna applaud or get rid of him?
Analyzing a youngin’ reminds me I ain’t a simpleton
Deep down, we don’t see eye-to-eye, yet I’m a citizen
Assume I’m minimum and call my skin ‘‘cinnamon’’
And my face menacing
I feel you, though
Maybe I had a bad day, I won’t kill you, though
Maybe I got something to say that’ll heal you, bro
Now you taking shots above the rim, I see the real you (Yo, damn)
[Bridge]
Why they all resort to shooting?
Damn, I don’t know why they accusing
Damn, I don’t know why they assuming
But it’s sad, we used to it
[Chorus]
City problems, we all go through it
Silly nonsense, all they show in music
Want us off the block, looking so useless
Think out the box, niggas' so cubic
City problems, we all go through it
Silly nonsense, all they show in music
Want us off the block, looking so useless
Think out the box, niggas' so cubic
[Verse 2]
I’ma target, but how if I’m just crossing the street?
Loud with my bros like we sporting some weed
Made sure to approach us, flossing the speed
Then I asked, ‘‘Why you stopping us, is there something to see?’’
He replied with a smile, ‘‘We’ll be here for a while,’’ he said
‘‘Do y’all have ID, and know why we pledge?
To put away fuckin’ niggers like you’’
Hate in his blue eyes, but I know it’s the truth
Hit flight on the last blue-eyed cop in my way
He giggles, and said, ‘‘Cinnamon’’ again in my face
You right, he’s the last cop who said that last time
Who knew that question of mine would be my last line? (Blaow)
[Bridge]
Why they all resort to shooting?
Damn, I don’t know why they accusing
Damn, I don’t know why they assuming
But it’s sad, we used to it
[Outro: Dae Bandz, P-Trill and Jay Stazks]
[Dae Bandz]
Yo, yo, Paul
You, you need to wake the fuck up, bro
[P-Trill]
Yo, yo, yo
Where we at?
[Dae Bandz]
We’re in the fucking car, bro
How the fuck you fall asleep in the car, bro?
[P-Trill]
Oh, shit
[Dae Bandz]
Yo, bro, get out the car
[P-Trill]
No, drive off, drive off
[Dae Bandz]
Yo, Jason, Jason, Jason, we out
[Jay Stazks]
Skrrt
