Sticks

Yo bitch trynna' text me My choppa' gone bless me All these bitches tell I'm wavy, call me "Yung Jet Ski" That bitch salty like some Ritz She be throwing fits Roll up on a lick and you know we carry sticks Woke up in the mornin', told her "I don't wanna hear it" Blast a fucking ounce of gas just to get back in the spirit Take a step back cause I'm 'bout to run yo shit Yo bitch on my mind, she gone get some good dick Nut all on her back it gone drip down to her ass That bitch is my student told that bitch "Get back on task" She tried to finesse me, told that bitch "That ain't yo neck piece" Kicked her out the house and now she really trynna' text me Yo bitch trynna' text me My choppa' gone bless me All these bitches tell I'm wavy, call me "Yung Jet Ski" That bitch salty like some Ritz She be throwing fits Roll up on a lick and you know we carry sticks