6ix9ine — Sticks And Stones

[Intro] RK Productions [Verse 1] Niggas really think they the shit 'Til my team come in and we shit on 'em (And shit nigga) Beat a nigga out his Yeezys, they on E-Bay, let him bid on 'em Same lames y'all idolize, if you would fight wanna spit on me I only ride with my day ones, if you ain't Scum, suck a dick, homie Niggas mad 'cause they bitch want me It's fuck a bitch, I'm 'bout my chips I need a 6 with the kit on it, .38, rubber grip on it Scum Gang, all my niggas riders, cut coke with the Benefiber Word around my side of town, your bitch is sly so I slid inside her I made a promise to my mama that I'll get these dollars I load the clip into the smith and flip 'em, all these bottles Money grow on trees, I'm living in the forest How you feel about these niggas?—Man, don't get me started Rocking and rolling and rolling and rocking I lay low from plain clothes, they patrol my block I gotta get these pesos, I'm stacking all my guap Do this for my Scum niggas, man, they all I got, uh [Chorus] Sticks and stones may break my bones But this MAC-11 take his soul Tag his toe, burn the pipe They don't know, they learn tonight Tie him up, pour some gasoline on him, light him up Five Xan bars with the lean got me high as fuck [Verse 2] Wish I could bring Pun back, blaow, nigga, run that 'Til they let Remmy out, we gon' let these semis out Wish I could bring Stacks back, Chad, let that MAC clap 'Til they free Biggavel, gotta give you niggas hell Blicky make that nigga yell, beam hit his knees Made him scream, when that nigga fell, shootout with the law Or the morgue 'fore I sit in jail, niggas say they love me But I can see it in these niggas eyes, they don't wish me well I don't need their company, they smilin' when a nigga fell Seein' that I'm poppin' in the shots, I'm like the Durell Order stitches for these snitches, dead men tell no tales Diggin' ditches for these niggas, toss 'em in, so well Drive-by, leave him in the street, nigga, road kill HBA, gold fronts, let me guess, "So trill"? Nigga, this is New York, make the wrong move And the goons let the tool spark (Brooklyn!) Work hard, move salt 8 Ball like pool holes, cracked like the pavement Diesel like the gas station, trap out the basement Blow in the Pyrex, mask on our faces Let 'em act sketch, bet this lead will erase 'em I'm packing a MAC in the front of the Porsche Don't care about what's-his-name, fuck him, he's soft His girl in the patches, she sucking me off Scum is the gang, I do what I want I'm packing a MAC in the front of the Porsche Don't care about what's-his-name, fuck him, he's soft His girl in the patches, she sucking me off Scum is the gang, I do what I want [Chorus] Sticks and stones may break my bones But this MAC-11 take his soul Tag his toe, burn the pipe They don't know, they learn tonight Tie him up, pour some gasoline on him, light him up Five Xan bars with the lean got me high as fuck [Outro] Sex Chimp