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]