Stick-Up

[Intro] - We gotta go over there, and we gotta swag it out this time.. not like fucking last time, nigga you almost slapped that blind bitch - My fault, my fault.. - Now, Earl.. make sure your lips don't stick to your ski mask, everybody knows you're the only nigga with big lips and a big-ass 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 fuck man? Either way, it's a stick up [Verse 1: Mike G & Earl Sweatshirt] Uh, yeah Hold up, it's a Westcoast stick up Sly Tendencies 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 bitch to put the donuts in the bag quicker, right Shit, I strike niggas, bite bitches, wife hitter, Christ It's a crisis, niggas 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 bitch, 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 fuckin' wristwatch All their fuckin' vCards, just to prove that we hard Get it? We hard, he bombards three broads Then dip out on another mish them niggas on that other shit Word to mother bitch, 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 fuckin' 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 cock, get your ass off [Hook] It's a stick up, it's a stick up Put your hands in the air, it's a stick up [Verse 3: Mike G] Stepped in the door wavin' the 44 And shot it at three whores, 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 nigga looked at me like I wouldn't So I let one off, shattered glass, went through his ass, 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 nigga who wouldn't take off his jewelry Like you brave 'til you lose consciousness But you dumb for fuckin' with niggas with guns and shit They tried to calm me down, but I'm ready to leave a nigga red Taco stepped in the way and I shot him in his leg, fuck! [Outro]