Juice WRLD — Stick Talk Lavagirl

[Intro] Yeah, I told slatt I'm finna talk some shit, man We throwin' P's in this bitch, man Throwin' L's in this bitch, man And we throwin' shells in this bitch [Chorus] I'm with my nigga from the Nolia and he down to let it spark I forgot to mention that my bitch got a AR Got a couple lil' tools, put you in the graveyard Short barrel AR, but it got a big bark These ain't no .22 bullets, they leave more than a scar, boy Hit you up like Lavagirl and leave you swimmin' like Sharkboy From the Nolia to Chicago, we'll be down to let it spark, boy Rifle bullets so sharp, thought I hit you with a dart, boy [Verse 1] Best not let me catch you walking through the park, boy Big bro keep two revolvers, he a cowboy Leave you with a shit bag, you got bloody farts, boy Infrared dots, let me get you in the dark, boy I ain't gon' say too much, I'm 'bout the action Lost my brother so I'm never with the lackin' Shit get bloody, real bloody, no napkin We was getting scummy for the money, makin' it happen Grrah, I unload the clip, uh I ain't going to throw no fist at all, you can suck a dick, uh Bullets pin you to the wall, you a poster, kid, uh Should've stayed your ass in school like you 'posed to, kid Twelve gauge shotty, I been on my trucker shit, uh SK, no karate, let that motherfucker kick Back in the day, I ain't trap on text, hit me on my Kik, uh Feds ain't catchin' shit, uh Treat this gun like this brick, I'm gon' get that bitch off [Chorus] I'm with my nigga from the Nolia and he down to let it spark I forgot to mention that my bitch got a AR Got a couple lil' tools, put you in the graveyard Short barrel AR, but it got a big bark These ain't no .22 bullets, they leave more than a scar, boy Hit you up like Lavagirl and leave you swimmin' like Sharkboy From the Nolia to Chicago, we'll be down to let it spark, boy Rifle bullets so sharp, thought I hit you with a dart, boy [Verse 2] From the Nolia to Chicago, got 'em killers on deck Act up if you want, stick gorillas on you Banana clips for the monkeys that been comin' at us And they ain't runnin' up on us, they probably runnin' from us Tattoos on my body, I need tears by my eyes In my dirt, I admit it, but I'm still here alive Tryna thrive, tryna vibe to survive, get the bands Look at my closet, you gon' think I came from Afghanistan I don't talk shit, I let the stick talk shit Shots hit him in his chest, got him crip walkin' I'ma limp like a pimp, that's the stick walkin' When I close, when I aim like Slick Rick popped him Shout out Herbo, that's my slime, shout out Bibby, he gon' ride Shout out Maneski, he gon' pull up with them guns and make 'em fly Shoutout D from the Nolia, catch 'em and shoot 'em by my side Heatseekers in his Glizzy, you can't run and you can't hide [Chorus] I'm with my nigga from the Nolia and he down to let it spark I forgot to mention that my bitch got a AR Got a couple lil' tools, put you in the graveyard Short barrel AR, but it got a big bark These ain't no .22 bullets, they leave more than a scar, boy Hit you up like Lavagirl and leave you swimmin' like Sharkboy From the Nolia to Chicago, we'll be down to let it spark, boy Rifle bullets so sharp, thought I hit you with a dart, boy [Outro] I don't talk shit, I let the stick talk shit Shots to his chest, got him crip walkin' I been gettin' high off the Skywalk shit Then I mix it up with the Moonrock shit Stick talk, let the stick talk shit Shots to his chest, got him crip walkin' I been gettin' high off the Skywalk shit Then I mix it up with the Moonrock shit Bitch, NLMB, shout out NLMB, man Shout out my nigga D, man Shout out Maneski, shout out Herbo, shout out Kyro Shout out Bibby, shout out G-Money, nigga NLMB the gang, nigga Never Leave My Brothers, nigga No Limit Muskegon Boys, nigga Fuck-nigga, bitch And I'm mad, nigga