sticky

[Intro] Slayworld Soldier I'm not into you [Verse 1] Ayy Homer hanging on my neck The bracelet matches the set My brother named his ting Nadal Let's stop all that back and forth over the 'net My mama wish I woulda went corporate She wish I woulda went exec' I still turn to a CEO so the lifestyle she respect Ayy, two sprinters to Quebec Chérie, où est mon bec? They only givin' niggas plus ones, so I never pull up to the Met You know I gotta bring the set You know I gotta bring the G-Block You know I gotta bring thе D-Block [Chorus] 'Cause you know how sticky it get (Ayy) You know how sticky it get (Ayy) You know how sticky it gеt (Ayy) You know how sticky it get (Ayy) She want me to play with that cat (Ayy) She lovin' how I'm makin' her wet (Ayy) You know how sticky it get (Ayy) [Verse 2] Ayo Eric, bring them girls to the stage 'Cause somebody's getting paid and Free Big Slime out the cage and Shawty try to play it cool but Now she wish she woulda stayed 'cause Every song that I made is Ringin' like I got engaged (Yeah) Love my guys, I wouldn't trade (Ayy) From the cradle to the grave (Ayy) Gordo got me on the wave (Ayy) Ant got me on the wave (Ayy) Couple hits, now you brave, boy You niggas better behave (What) All that pumpin' up your chest (What) All that talk about the best (What) You know how sticky it gets [Verse 3] Yeah If I'm with two of 'em, then it's a threesome If she alone, you know she a freak one If it's an escort, it's a police one King of the hill, you know it's a steep one If we together, you know it's a brief one Back in the ocean you go, it's a— It's a deep one Forgave niggas in they feelings, lucky for y'all, we don't do civilians You say I changed, I say that I millioned, I did The toughest act to follow's back on tour Off-road Maybach, Pyrex trap Virgil came back through the boy, damn That's somethin' to me, niggas really had they back turned to me I ain't talkin' my assistant when I say niggas down to pack somethin' for me Then they thought they had the trap set for me How you really think that went for me? Niggas gotta do a fact check for me When everything is put to rest And everybody takes a breath And everything gets addressed It's you alone with your regrets All that pumpin' up your chest All that talk about the best You know how sticky it gets [Outro: Virgil Abloh] Like, we weren't supposed to come up with something this clean Like something happened