Stick / Ambassel (Original)

Part I: Stick [Intro: JID & Kenny Mason] It's up and it's stuck, and it's always up Fuck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks On me, bro, fuck 'bout this shit, bro Turn me the fuck up, bruh (AraabMUZIK) [Chorus: Kenny Mason] Stick, stick, (stick) stick, stick (Boom) Stick, stick, stick, stick I got a new stick (Bitch), I got a new stick (boom) I got a new stick (Boom), I got a new stick (Boom) Stick (Bitch), stick (Bitch), stick (Bitch), stick (bitch) Stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick) I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick) I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick) I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick, shit) If I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up [Post-Chorus: Kenny Mason] Roll down the window (Brrt), roll up the window Roll down the window (Brrt), roll up the window Roll down the window (Brrt), roll up the window Roll down the window (brrt) roll up the window [Bridge: Kenny Mason & JID] Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (new) Lit up the air, niggas in hell (Stick) Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (New) Lit up the air, niggas in hell (Stick) Stick up the shell, pick up thе shell (New) Lit up the sh—, niggas in hеll (Stick) Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (New) Lit up the air, niggas in hell (Stick) (Yeah, uh, okay) [Verse 1: JID & Kenny Mason] Hand on my dick and my hand on my gun One is for shootin' and one is for fun Niggas trippin' off of 151 Black & Milds burnin' under the sun Black and brown kids young or they dumb? Sack a town, where your mom and them from? Gather 'round, run in all of your shit But what did you get? (New stick) [Verse 2: Kenny Mason] I say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck Run out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck One in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck One in the temple 'cause buddy ain't duck Step a foot up on the yard and get struck Everyone I grew around was a thug Thought he was a shooter, thought he was tough Found his body coolin' out in the cut [Verse 3: JID, Kenny Mason & Christo] Shit, Fulton County, fifty cal' in the tuck Fuck around and shoot the cavalry up Bullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis We got calibers, categorized FN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize I got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick) So I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick) If I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick) Smell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride First time, second line, second time, bloodline Third time, even god dyin', takin' one of mine I'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine Creepin' on the cracker tryna colonize Leave God out of this, JID [Chorus: Kenny Mason] Stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (Boom) Stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (bitch), stick (boom) I got a new stick (bitch) (what, what) I got a new stick (boom) (what, what) I got a new stick (boom) (what, what) I got a new stick (boom) (what) Part II: Ambassel [Intro: JID] (Christo) Uh, look, I played the game, I missed the shot I had the answer, then forgot I knew one day my shit would pop Finesse phenomenon Flex an awful lot and cut the check Man, I monopolize the set But I been out, up on my shit like I can die like any sec [Verse 1: JID] Born in the day, the dawn of the dead I don't see nothing but red They gather the blankets, the milk, and the bread I come from the east and I'm traveling west Got a machete, I chop and I chop At the neck of the serpent, determine the plot and the threats It ain't no stopping the gun Poppin', son of God droppin' anybody who next I want a mansion, I got a million advances, I wanna stay in Atlanta Most of 'em move to LA and throw all of they money away and move back with they parents I see the canvas I got the brush in my hand, the colors are mixing again Grabbing my dick with my hand I drop my nuts, the world is us, ya slut [Chorus 1: JID] Who wanna touch? Who wanna fuck me up? Nobody, my niggas ready to bust Kick in the door when I come out the cut Woah shit, yeah Who wanna touch? Who wanna fuck me up? Nobody, my niggas ready to bust Do what I do and I say what I want, woah shit, yeah [Verse 2: Kenny Mason] Momma, your kid in a magazine, clip in a magazine I put the skid and it's look like it's Vaseline It was an accident but she ain't mad me Still wanna grab on me, she sit that ass on me I feel the gravity, I'm in the land of Atlanta, they're having me Hoes were harassing me, to come and tackle me Now make a habit, it happen and [?] Typing me, dick in her throat, she gagging I'm, watching her choke, B-Rabbit Young nigga see my bitch, nope we haven't He play that player but nope, we smashing Told her Pinocchio, he asking She told me "okey dokey, daddy" Everyone knowin' this open static, he better keep that shit cold, [?] I made a nemesis nibble on nine I kept authentic when niggas was lyin' We talking business, an M is the minimum Sit on an enema if you don't like it I got the cinnamon seed in my pocket Just in case anyone slid out the pocket Since I done drop yet, since this lil guap hit Can't see if anyone really my partner [Chorus 2: Kenny Mason] Who wanna touch? Who wanna fuck me up? Nobody, my niggas ready to bust Kick in the door when I came out the cut Free, free, yeah Who wanna touch? Who wanna fuck me up? Nobody, my niggas ready to bust Say what I say and I do what I does, hm, hm [Outro: Kenny Mason] I stretch way less since I done popped I got the guap in stock, no Glocks Chest for chest, a eye for eye, a special tec supply the fire I stretch my legs inside the ride Finesse, finesse, it’s slime, it’s slime Connect, connections tied to knots I’m blessed, I'm blessed, I’m tied with god